No kings here, just rivals online  
Street and server cross the same line  

Blocks talk loud, screens keep score  
Cameras watch from every door  
Trust is glitch, blade in the code  
Darknet whispers, secrets sold  
Wi-Fi fades on broken street  
Concrete thrones beneath my feet  
Upload pain, stream the grind  
Crown encrypted, still it’s mine  
Eyes red raw from sleepless nights  
Hack or hustle, choose your fights  
Clouds above but ground still bleeds  
Survival runs through every feed  
Blood in bricks, cash in hand  
Cyber shadows mark the land  

Fight for the top, never fall  
Eyes on the crown, hear the call  
Fight for the top, never fall  
Eyes on the crown, hear the call  

Rivals plotting in the dark  
Signal drops then flames will spark  
Code unspoken, passwords cold  
Loyalty bought, then quickly sold  
Streetlights flicker, glitch in time  
Every byte repeats the crime  
Data moves with bullet speed  
Upload hustle, download greed  
No reset when lives are lost  
Every step, we count the cost  
Chrome and smoke, same domain  
Still I stand, through loss and pain  
Crown contested, fight is raw  
Digital thrones, eternal war  

You see glory, I see war  
Same postcode, different core  
Lines of code, scars of flesh  
UK steel with cyber mesh  
 
Fight for the top, never fall  
Eyes on the crown, hear the call  
Fight for the top, never fall  
Eyes on the crown, hear the call  

Fight for the top, never fall

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

Fight for the top, never fall

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