Subterranean Underground Rap

[Verse] Rhyme scheme tight, underground in the sewer, Spit lines rougher, ain't no lickin' maneuvers. Beatbox rhythm, raw like the city streets, Voice percussion, every syllable beats. [Verse 2] Echo down alleys, graffiti walls whisper, Lines drip vivid, no polite or crisper. Basement bars, where the light scarce flicker, Rhymes flow dirty, no clean, just slicker. [Chorus] Deep underpipe, where the shadows ain't thin, Rhyme warrior's anthem, where the stories begin. Beatbox echoes, through the tunnels and grit, Urban symphonies, no commercial shit. [Verse 3] Lyrical labyrinth, wordplay no ceiling, Pavement poets, raw real feeling. Navigating darkness, verse our night vision, Soundtrack of struggle, no damn revision. [Verse 4] Raw vocal rhythm, spit harsh truths rapid, Tales of survival, no clean cut or lavish. Street lights flicker, shadows play tricks, Rhymes like the grit, no downtown glitz. [Chorus] Deep underpipe, where the shadows ain't thin, Rhyme warrior's anthem, where the stories begin. Beatbox echoes, through the tunnels and grit, Urban symphonies, no commercial shit.