Интенсивное Кардио (Ритм Улиц)

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Queens to Brooklyn.
The struggle never sleeps.
Concrete jungle where the shadows play the lead role
Static in the air, tryna maintain my soul
The block is hot, steam rising from the sewer grate
Early bird catches the worm, but the predators wait
I’m on the corner, mind sharp like a razor blade
Counting every blessing in the debts that I’ve paid
Life’s a gamble, roll the dice on the pavement
Chasing after dreams while I’m stuck in this basement.

It’s the concrete jungle, streets don’t lie
Underneath the grey of the city sky
From the project halls to the neon lights
We survive the days and we own the nights
Yeah, we own the nights.

Graffiti on the brick, stories written in the paint
The legends of the hustle and the sins of a saint
My pen is the weapon, the notebook is the shield
Truth is the only crop growing in the field
Hard knocks taught me how to walk with a rhythm
Society’s a cage, but I broke through the system
Polished flows, reflecting the grime of the gutter
Bread on the table, we don’t need the butter.

It’s the concrete jungle, streets don’t lie
Underneath the grey of the city sky
From the project halls to the neon lights
We survive the days and we own the nights.
Keep it moving.
Keep it real.
1994 forever.