King of the Concrete

[Verse]
Spit fire like a dragon at a BBQ feast,
Crumblin' beats, jawlines crease when I release.
Pavement prophet, I scribble sermons on streets,
Pen sharper than the teeth of a shark that never sleeps.

City symphony, sirens sing the chorus,
Concrete jungle, where dreams come porous.
Steppin' through shadows, the alley's my cathedral,
Graffiti scriptures, every spray can is lethal.

[Chorus]
King of the concrete, crown made of asphalt,
World on my shoulders, but I never ask fault.
From the gutter to the glory, ain't no retreat,
Bow down, peasants, I'm the king of the concrete.

[Verse 2]
Wallet thinner than a page ripped from a hymnal,
But my spirit's thick, unbreakable, no signal.
Words cut deep, surgical with the syllables,
They try to mimic, but their gimmicks ain't original.

I’m the architect, blueprint’s in my veins,
Brick by brick, I’m rebuildin’ my domain.
The world’s a chessboard, pawns play their roles,
But my moves got ‘em shook, checkmate to their souls.

[Bridge]
Echoes of the block, the whispers of ghosts,
Every crack in the pavement, a tale it boasts.
Dusty dreams resurrected in the glow of the moon,
Writing verses with the night, daylight comes too soon.