Crawlin' Thru Da Streets 24/7
Yo, peep dis. It's da hustle 24/7 in dese streets. Gotta be slick , ya feel me? Always peepin' my six. Ain't no time for sleepin' .Gotta keep it flowin'. Success depends on it. This ain't a game , this is real life.
CPC JUMP OUT TOTALY CRAZY
Yo, this ain't no joke, get your hype on cuz the energy here is through the roof. We got a crew comin' in hot, ready to lay down some serious beats and keep you movin' all night long. {Prepare yourselves|Get strapped in for a wild ride, this ain't your momma's party. This is a full-blown sonic more info explosion, guaranteed to make you sweat.
We talkin' about a symphony of sound that will {penetrate your soul|blast your ears. Prepare to be consumed by the rhythm, the energy, and the sheer madness of it all. This ain't just music, this is an experience, a revolution in sound.
B-Sides on Blast - Sneak Mode
Yo, the streets/block/hoods are/be/gettin' locked down tight, ya dig? Ain't no/any/bout movement unless you slick/smooth/creeping. The heat/pressure/feds is/are/runnin' wild, so keep your/yo/that head down low/on swivel/in the clouds. We gotta stay/keep/roll with the flow/the program/the script, blend in/disappear/ghost like we ain't even here/around/exist.
Word/Know what I'm sayin'/Listen up, it's time to get busy/hustle/operate on a new level/underground style/in the shadows. Stay vigilant/Keep your eyes open/Trust no one 'cause you never know who's watchin'/spyin'/snitchin'.
- Secret Weapon: Stay under the radar
- Rule #2: Always have an exit strategy
- Secret Weapon: Look out for yourself
This game/situation/life ain't for the weak/faint of heart/unprepared. You gotta be street smart/savvy/on point to survive/thrive/come out on top.
Freestyle: I'm Creepin Through Da Streets????
Yo, peep this. The aura out here is heavy. Gotta stay low with the scene. My lyrics be {smooth{ as silk, makin' these beats pop. I'm always on point, droppin' sick that leave you starstruck. It's all about survival.
- Gotta hustle
- Respect the game
- Never fold
Slippin' Through The Roads Till Daylight
The dark|shadows creep, and the metropolis is alive. I'm blendin' in, skipin' those glare that could reveal my every deed. My pulse is steady, a drum beat in the quiet of this urban landscape. I gotta reach to my destination before the daybreak shows its face. It's a dangerous game, but someone's needs gettin' done. This is my life, grit and grind till the next morning.
Ain't A Creepin' Thing, Ya Feel Me?
Man, this vibe is so strange. It's like slitherin' all over me. I can taste it in my bones. Ya know what I'm sayin'? This ain't no regular kinda mystery. This is somethin' dark, man. You gotta be careful.
- Don't trust the shadows, ya hear?
- Keep your eyes peeled for the slitherin' things.
- Tune in to that instinct, man. It's tryin' to warn you somethin'.
Take my word. You ain't gonna desire to be caught in this mess, ya feel me?