Creepin' Through the Streets (Official)
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Yo, this track is straight fire. The beat be bumpin', got me jumpin' to it hard. The lyrics are sick. This song is the perfect atmosphere for a late night cruise. If you wanna experience that street vibe, then better check out this track.
- For real
- This one's a banger
The CPC Situation: Ain't No Safety
Yo, listen up. These days/Nowadays/Nowadays, the streets/this concrete jungle/these blocks ain't safe no more. It's like a warzone/straight outta hell/total chaos out there. Every corner you turn, somethin' wild is goin' down/gonna happen/could pop off. You gotta watch your back/be careful who you trust/keep it ???? cuz anybody could be a threat/you never know who's for real/playin'/bout that life .
It's sad/That's the truth/Ain't no joke that we gotta live like this/to constantly be on guard/like it's do or die. We deserve better/need to change this situation/gotta find a way out.
n Through The Streets: Freestyle Session
Yo, last evening , we rolled upon a wild freestyle session . In an alley , some cats were laying down bombs . It was crazy . The atmosphere was contagious . check here I couldn't help but groove.
- You know what I'm sayin', some of these lyricists were totally gifted .
- For real, , I was impressed by the flow .
It's refreshing to see passion like this. Keep it strong, artists ! The world needs more of this.
Creepin Through : Rollin' Through the Streetz
Yo, dis town be pumped up at night. The lamps cast shadows that dance on the concrete. You're a phantom, blendin' into the night. Keepin' it hush-hush, skippin' any drama. Eyes peeled|Sharp as a tack|, I be watchin' every corner. You never know who or nothin' be lurkin' in the shadows. It's a wild world out here, but that's just how we do things.
G-Flow: Crepin On The Blocks
Yo, this ain't no dreamland, this is the real deal. Straight from the streets, where the hustle hard never sleeps. We talkin' 'bout Ghetto Flow, that raw sound that keeps your feet tappin'. It's a tale told through verses, paintin' pictures of struggle.
- Every word got meaning, yo
- You gotta feel it in your bones, you dig?
We creepin' through these streets, eyes open wide, hearts beatin' fast. This ain't no place for the weak. But for those who survive to their roots, this is where we belong.
Dark Nights, City Lights: Kreepin' Through The Streetz
Yo, check it. The/This/That night be fallin' quick, but the city's still bumpin'. Lights are blazin', reflectin'/flashin'/shimmerin' off the/each/every puddle like a million tiny diamonds. Walkin'/Cruisin'/Strollin' down these streets, you can feel the energy/vibe/pulsation in the air, like/almost like/sort of like a heartbeat. It's intense/electric/charged, man. Gotta keep your eyes/head/mind on the/your/its prize, cuz this concrete jungle can be a/some/total wild ride.
You/We/I gotta watch/stay/look out for the shady characters, the ones hidin' in the/these/those shadows. They be lookin' to take/steal/score. But/Yet/Still, there's beauty in this darkness too, you know? The way the/a/some streetlights paint the/everything/your face, like/almost like/sort of like a masterpiece. It's wild.
- Sometimes/Every now and then/ A few times/Occasionally, you see a soul/someone/a figure just standin' there, watchin' the world go by. Like they're lost/in thought/thinkin' about somethin' deep. Maybe they got a story to tell, a secret to keep.
- Maybe/Who knows/ maybe that's what makes these city streets so fascinatin'/intriguin'/captivatin'. Every/All/Each corner holds a mystery, a new adventure waitin' to be discovered.