Orchestra of Dreams

[Verse]

Cracked asphalt, where the shadows creep,

Pavement veins pulse, city never sleeps.

Sneakers scuff tales, ghost in the concrete,

Dreams get stomped where the alleys meet.



Street symphonies, the horns wail raw,

Bassline growls like a lion's claw.

Vinyl pops like firecrackers in the mix,

Scratches weave spells, DJ’s bag of tricks.



[Chorus]

Boom-bap, the stomp of the underground,

Heartbeat of the city, the rawest sound.

Cracks in the earth, the rhythm profound,

Boom-bap, the echo that spins around.



[Verse 2]

Spit bars with the texture of a crumpled map,

Navigating through the jungle, no Google app.

Broken glass mosaics, the gutters sing,

Every verse a shard, every rhyme a sting.



Pigeons watch perched, gossip in their coos,

While the block spits stories, painting blues.

Ciphers form circles, the cyphers crack code,

Ancestors in the rhythm, their spirits reload.



[Bridge]

Turntables turn, revolutions ignite,

Past meets the present under streetlight.

Mic cords tangle, voices interlace,

The boom-bap binds, every soul in its space.

Fire

Lethal Bizzle