Mid 90's New York type song

Verse 1: In the city that never sleeps, where the streets are alive, Concrete jungle, gotta hustle, just to survive. From the Bronx to Brooklyn, we keep it real tight, Spittin' truth on the corner, under neon light. Boom bap rhythm, it's the heartbeat of the block, With the DJ spinnin' vinyl, and the beatboxers rock. We paint the picture vivid, with words that we weave, Livin' life on the edge, got some tricks up our sleeve. Chorus: New York nights, under city lights, Rhymes so tight, we keep the vibe right. From the subway trains to the rooftops high, We rise, we shine, we touch the sky. Verse 2: Graffiti on the walls, tells the stories untold, Of legends and hustlers, and the dreams we hold. Beneath the skyscrapers, where the shadows play, We craft our destiny, in a gritty ballet. Microphone fiends, with a hunger to rhyme, Every verse a masterpiece, in the passage of time. We break the chains, make our own rules, From the school of hard knocks, we’re the lyrical jewels. Chorus: New York nights, under city lights, Rhymes so tight, we keep the vibe right. From the subway trains to the rooftops high, We rise, we shine, we touch the sky. Bridge: Uptown, downtown, the rhythm’s the same, In every borough, they know our name. We spit fire, desire, in the heart of the storm, With a beat that’s eternal, forever we transform. Verse 3: Echoes of Biggie and Nas, in the words that we speak, In the cipher, we’re kings, never mild, always peak. We’ve got the flavor, the style, the rhyme and the flow, From the past to the future, it’s the essence we show. New York minute, we’re in it, never losin’ our stride, With the spirit of the city, we take it in our pride. Through the highs and the lows, the struggles and gains, We remain the soundtrack, in the city’s veins. Chorus: New York nights, under city lights, Rhymes so tight, we keep the vibe right. From the subway trains to the rooftops high, We rise, we shine, we touch the sky. Outro: In the city that breathes, the rhythm and rhyme, We’re the heartbeat of New York, standin’ the test of time. With every beat drop, and every rhyme we lay, We keep the spirit alive, in the hip hop way.