[Intro – crackling vinyl, distant subway rumble] Concrete streets hum old rhymes Subway tracks keep time [Verse 1 – sharp snare, deep bassline] Back to the blocks where the mic first sparked Cardboard stages, no fancy mark Pen and pad, my only weaponry Spittin' truth where the concrete breathes No flashy chains, no fake luxury Just the voice of the unheard community [Verse 2 – scratchy vinyl sample, steady beat] Late nights in the basement, speakers blare Cypher circles, no one dares Hold their tongue, we spit what we feel No sugarcoats, no fake appeal Every bar's a scar from the streets we know Every rhyme's a story the mainstream won't show [Pre-Chorus – building tension, rising vocal intensity] They tried to box us in, turn our words to noise But we keep spittin' fire, we keep making noise This is the sound that built the scene No watered-down lies, just what we mean [Chorus – booming bass, layered vocal harmonies] Concrete echoes, our rhymes won't fade Underground spirit, here to stay No sellout moves, no compromised art We keep the real hip-hop beating in our heart Cracked sidewalks, graffiti walls This is where the true hip-hop calls [Interlude, Instrumental Solo – scratch DJ cuts, old-school boom-bap break] [Verse 3 – muted snare, resonant bass] Old heads taught us the rules of the game Respect the roots, don't bring the shame No auto-tune to hide the rough edges No ghostwriters, we write our own messages Every verse a tribute to the ones before Every flow a promise we won't ignore [Chorus Reprise – amplified beats, more aggressive vocals] Concrete echoes, our rhymes won't fade Underground spirit, here to stay No sellout moves, no compromised art We keep the real hip-hop beating in our heart Cracked sidewalks, graffiti walls This is where the true hip-hop calls [Bridge – sparse beat, raw unfiltered vocals] They say the underground's dead, but we're still here Spittin' fire, banishing fear Every show a riot, every crowd a family This is the hip-hop that set us free No corporate suits, no puppet strings We keep the real thing alive and bring [Final Chorus – full boom-bap ensemble, maximum intensity] Concrete echoes, our rhymes won't die Underground spirit, reaching for the sky No sellout moves, no compromised art We keep the real hip-hop beating in our heart Cracked sidewalks, graffiti walls This is where the true hip-hop calls [Outro – fading vinyl crackle, distant subway horn] Concrete streets hum old rhymes Hip-hop spirit, timeless