Sly And The Familt Stone Cover - 12_25_24, 8.51 PM

[Verse]

Pen sharp, cuttin' through the static in the attic

Bassline heavy, make the weak ones panic

Echo in the chamber, ghost of the past

Future on my tongue, spittin' jewels that'll last



Brick by brick, I’m buildin' a cathedral

Every word lethal, a paintbrush medieval

Vinyl poppin’, crackle in the backdrop

Bars hit harder than a pawnshop padlock



[Chorus]

Mic check, mic check, this my symphony

Every line crafted like a clock's intricacy

Boom-bap heartbeat, flow infinity

Mic check, mic check, my soliloquy



[Verse 2]

Ink bleeds truth, parchment of the street

Concrete symphonies, rhythm in the beat

Skyscrapers hummin’, city’s hymn on repeat

Voices of the lost marchin’ with no retreat



Potholes swallow dreams, yet we still climb

Every rhyme a ladder, every step divine

No silver spoons, just rusted forks and knives

But we feast regardless, hunger keeps us alive



[Chorus]

Mic check, mic check, this my symphony

Every line crafted like a clock's intricacy

Boom-bap heartbeat, flow infinity

Mic check, mic check, my soliloquy

How I Could Just Kill a Man

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