Lyrics
[Hook 1]
Legendary status, never fading in the night,
Rhymes so tight, I take flight, ignite the mic,
Harlem streets remember, the spark, the light,
Forever shining bright, we write.
[Verse 1]
Yo, from the heart of Harlem, spitting bars with precision,
Every line I drop, crafted with vision.
In the booth, I'm relentless, no competition,
The legend, my legacy's risen.
Street tales vivid, every verse a narration,
Rhymes cut deep, like a surgical operation.
In the city of dreams, I was chasing elevation,
From the block to the top, defying expectation.
Quiet Storm vibes, dark beats, I ride,
Mic in my hand, on these streets I confide.
Legacy immortal, can't be denied,
Lives on, where legends reside.
[Hook 1]
Legendary status, never fading in the night,
Rhymes so tight, I take flight, ignite the mic,
Harlem streets remember, the spark, the light,
Forever shining bright, we write.
[Verse 2]
On the corner spitting fire, dreams took root,
Lyrics sharp as razors, every bar absolute.
In the cipher, I'm the king, no dispute,
Spirit in the youth, we salute.
From "Ebonics" to the tales of the gritty,
Harlem's own poet, the heart of the city.
The voice still roaming the blocks,
Even in the silence, the legacy talks.
Quiet Storm flows, like a whisper in the dark,
Rhymes illuminate, leaving a mark.
In every beat, in every spark,
The legacy, always leaves a mark.
[Hook 2]
Legends never die, in the rhymes, they survive,
Essence, keeps the culture alive,
Through the highs and the lows, the struggles we thrive,
Harlem’s heartbeat, forever we revive.
[Verse 3]
Stories of a king, etched in the stone,
From the streets of Harlem, the seeds were sown.
With every rhyme scheme, the skills were honed,
The throne, forever known.
Quiet Storm whispers, in the alleyways and halls,
Legends tell tales, as the night falls.
In the beats, in the city walls,
The journey, through it all.
From the struggle and the pain, to the heights of fame,
Every bar I spit, carries the name.
In the rhythm and the rhyme, in the eternal flame,
The legend, forever in the game.
[Hook 2]
Legends never die, in the rhymes, they survive,
Essence, keeps the culture alive,
Through the highs and the lows, the struggles we thrive,
Harlem’s heartbeat, forever we revive.
