RILTIM LIYMAN - Streetlore Original Mix

Concrete jungle, my knuckles are bleeding through the glove
Never showing the weakness, ain't never speaking the love
Sirens wailing in the distance, it's a typical night
I grip the mic like a weapon, I'm getting ready to fight
Shadows creeping on the the pavement
Every corner is cold
Stories of the broken promises that never were told
I see the system is a prison
We just rats in a maze
Burn the pages of the script and set the city ablaze
No chorus to save you
Ain't no radio hits
Just a spit from my teeth and the grit in my fists
I'm dodging bullets in the karma of the life that I chose
Walking through the darkest valley where the sympathy froze
They want us blinded by the flashes and the diamonds and chains
But I'm a chicken, raw reality straight into your veins
So, let's get started
So, let's get started
So, let's get started
So, let's get started
So, let's an anomaly, breaking the whole economy
Ain't nobody stopping me, mocking my rap anatomy
I'll shatter the competition, my mission is demolition