Lyrics

Verse 1
Yo, I stepped out the house, sun shinin’ like it’s new,
Got my mind on a mission, hear the beat pushin’ through,
In the shadows of the city, where dreams turn to rust,
But I’m hustlin’ hard, man, yo, I gotta trust,
Every step that I take, I’m watchin’ my back,
In a world full of snakes, gotta keep my facts intact,
I see behind your words like a mirror and reflection,
Spittin’ fire in the booth, feel that heat in my section.

Chorus
I see behind your words, when you try to disguise,
All those pretty little lies, man, I’m wise to your guise,
With the heart of a lion, I’m the king of this throne,
In this lyrical jungle, I’m never alone.

Verse 2
Remember the alleys where we played as kids?
Dreamin’ ‘bout the figures, stackin’ up like pyramids,
Got the soul of a poet, heart heavy with bars,
Like Slim, pushin’ limits, spittin’ verses from Mars,
But I ain’t just a gimmick, check my lyrical stance,
I’m dancin’ with the rhythm, givin’ everybody a chance,
To hear the truth echo, through the struggles of life,
Like a knife runnin’ deep, cuttin’ through all the strife.

Chorus
I see behind your words, when you try to disguise,
All those pretty little lies, man, I’m wise to your guise,
With the heart of a lion, I’m the king of this throne,
In this lyrical jungle, I’m never alone.

Verse 3
So don’t come at me sideways, I’m sharp as a blade,
With the ghost of old school, every line that I laid,
Picture perfect vision, like a canvas of dreams,
I’m painting the struggle while the world bursts at the seams,
Yeah, I’m grindin’ for the future, holdin’ tight to my past,
With a story that evolves, it’s a shadow that’ll last,
So listen close, it’s more than just bars and beats,
It's a journey through the struggle, when the hustle repeats.

Chorus
I see behind your words, when you try to disguise,
All those pretty little lies, man, I’m wise to your guise,
With the heart of a lion, I’m the king of this throne,
In this lyrical jungle, I’m never alone.

Outro
So keep your game tight and don’t play with my mind,
I’m a force to be reckoned, one of a kind,
Like the legends before me, I’m carving my path,
With a pen and aggression, feel the power in my wrath.
Yeah, I see behind your words, and trust me, I know,
In this old school revival, I’m ready to blow.