Verse 1

Concrete echoes hit the pavement hard

Shadow boxing demons in the backyard

No surrender, no retreat in sight

Chasing heavy rhythm through the midnight

Static on the wires, heavy bassline drop

Never learned to crawl, never gonna stop

Chorus

Raw power pounding through the speaker box

Standing solid underneath the winter equinox

Deep voice rolling like a thunderclap

Writing heavy history on the rap map

Verse 2

Corner street philosophy and razor wit

Every single bar is forged and legit

Moving through the pressure with a steady pace

Looking adversity right in the face

No illusion, strictly movement