Lyrics
[Verse]
Cold streets harsher than a London fog,
Swagger through the alleys, shuffled foot, dodged bog,
Concrete under Nikes, tales unfold,
Grime-spitting narratives, ice cold.
[Verse 2]
Manor on lockdown, shadows play low,
Feds on the hunt, dodging cuffs, movin' slow,
Brick walls whisper, secrets untold,
Borough bred warriors, bred to be bold.
[Chorus]
Concrete jungle, beats heavy like a hammer,
Rise through the grime, never mind the glamor,
Urban tales, scribbled in the dark alley scripts,
From the bottom, crowns forged in the rips.
[Verse 3]
CCTV captures life's snapshots,
Hoods up, braving the night’s onslaught,
Living life raw, no time for the glitz,
Survivin' through the haze, dodgin' the blitz.
[Verse 4]
Tower blocks loom, giants of the scene,
Life in the cracks, hustlin’ for the green,
Broken glass, shattered dreams underfoot,
Rhymes in my veins, like UK soot.
[Bridge]
Echoes of sirens, rhythms of the grind,
Breathe in the harsh, London redefined,
Grit in the air, tales hard as brick,
Life in the jungle, dancin' to the lick.
[Chorus]
Concrete jungle, beats heavy like a hammer,
Rise through the grime, never mind the glamor,
Urban tales, scribbled in the dark alley scripts,
From the bottom, crowns forged in the rips.
[short interlude]
[Verse 3]
CCTV captures life's snapshots,
Hoods up, braving the night’s onslaught,
Living life raw, no time for the glitz,
Survivin' through the haze, dodgin' the blitz.
[Verse 4]
High-rises loom, sentinels of the scene,
Life in the shadows, chasin' after dreams,
Broken bottles, echoes of the strife,
Rhymes in my blood, carved from urban life.
[Chorus]
Concrete jungle, beats heavy like a hammer,
Rise through the grime, never mind the glamor,
Urban tales, scribbled in the dark alley scripts,
From the bottom, crowns forged in the rips.
[Verse 5]
Sirens wail, night’s grim lullaby,
Heartbeats race, beneath the cobalt sky,
Crime-scene tapes, tales etched in grime,
Life in the trenches, spittin’ verses in time.
[Bridge]
Echoes of sirens, rhythms of the grind,
Breathe in the harsh, London redefined,
Grit in the air, tales hard as brick,
Life in the jungle, dancin' to the lick.
[Chorus]
Concrete jungle, beats heavy like a hammer,
Rise through the grime, never mind the glamor,
Urban tales, scribbled in the dark alley scripts,
From the bottom, crowns forged in the rips.
