Creepin' Through the Streets (Official)
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Yo, this joint is straight fire. The beat be bumpin', got me groovin' to it hard. The lyrics are sick. This tune is the perfect mood for a late night ride. If you wanna experience that street energy, then better check out this track.
- No cap
- It's fire
What the CPC: Streets Be Wildin'
Yo, listen up. These days/Nowadays/Nowadays, the streets/this concrete jungle/these blocks ain't safe no more. It's like a warzone/straight outta hell/total chaos out there. Every corner you turn, somethin' wild is goin' down/gonna happen/could pop off. You gotta watch your back/be careful who you trust/keep it ???? cuz anybody could be a threat/you never know who's for real/playin'/bout that life .
It's sad/That's the truth/Ain't no joke that we gotta live like this/to constantly be on guard/like it's do or die. We deserve better/need to change this situation/gotta find a way out.
n Through The Streets: Freestyle Session
Yo, last night , we stumbled upon a wild freestyle cypher. In an alley , some cats were laying down fire . It was intense . The atmosphere was contagious . I couldn't help but tap my feet .
- You know what I'm sayin', some of these rappers were totally skilled .
- For real, , I was impressed by the rhymes.
It's refreshing to see passion like this. Keep it real , poets! The world needs more of this.
Shadow Walkin' : Rollin' Through the Streetz
Yo, dis town be pumped up at night. The flickerin' bulbs cast silhouettes that dance on the concrete. We're a phantom, blendin' into the darkness. Keepin' it on the DL, skippin' any hassle. Eyes peeled|Sharp as a tack|, I be scannin' every intersection. You never know who or what be lurkin' in the deep end. It's a wild world out here, but that's just how we Kreepin Through The Streetz do things.
The Hustler's Anthem: Livin' Life Hard
Yo, this ain't no dreamland, this is the real deal. Straight from the gutters, where the hustle hard never sleeps. We talkin' 'bout Ghetto Flow, that raw sound that keeps your soul movin'. It's a story told through lyrics, paintin' pictures of the daily grind.
- Every word got meaning, yo
- You gotta feel it in your bones, you dig?
We walkin' through these streets, eyes open wide, hearts beatin' fast. This ain't no place for the weak. But for those who grind to their roots, this is where we make a stand.
Gloomy Streets, Electric Dreams: Kreepin' Through The Streetz
Yo, check it. The/This/That night be fallin' quick, but the city's still bumpin'. Lights are blazin', reflectin'/flashin'/shimmerin' off the/each/every puddle like a million tiny diamonds. Walkin'/Cruisin'/Strollin' down these streets, you can feel the energy/vibe/pulsation in the air, like/almost like/sort of like a heartbeat. It's intense/electric/charged, man. Gotta keep your eyes/head/mind on the/your/its prize, cuz this concrete jungle can be a/some/total wild ride.
You/We/I gotta watch/stay/look out for the shady characters, the ones hidin' in the/these/those shadows. They be lookin' to take/steal/score. But/Yet/Still, there's beauty in this darkness too, you know? The way the/a/some streetlights paint the/everything/your face, like/almost like/sort of like a masterpiece. It's trippy.
- Sometimes/Every now and then/ A few times/Occasionally, you see a soul/someone/a figure just standin' there, watchin' the world go by. Like they're lost/in thought/thinkin' about somethin' deep. Maybe they got a story to tell, a secret to keep.
- Maybe/Who knows/ maybe that's what makes these city streets so fascinatin'/intriguin'/captivatin'. Every/All/Each corner holds a mystery, a new adventure waitin' to be discovered.