[Verse] Yeah, yeah, ayo, it's time, it's time, (aight, begin), Straight out the Big dungeons of rap, seekin' light in the dim, Autism drops deep, deeper than my minor key, Steady like a metronome, ain't no stoppin' me. [Verse 2] Life moves slick, like my kicks on concrete, Never cry, 'cause tears turn to vultures in the street, Rapper of despair, stand tall with pride, When the haters come around, I brush ‘em to the side. [Chorus] In the Big Dungeon, we hustle and we strut, Spit bars flaming hot, cut you deep like a cut, No tears, no fears, built from the ground up, Underground legends rise, ain't no way to corrupt. [Bridge] Dungeon gates creakin', echoes of the past, Every rhyme I spit, make sure it’ll last, Swagger through the shadows, fightin' off the gloom, Livin' for the stage lights, lit up in the room. [Verse 3] City lights flicker, dreams caught in the smog, Life a tricky puzzle, realer than a blog, Autism in my veins, poet in my core, Hip-hop therapeutic, always wantin' more. [Chorus] In the Big Dungeon, we hustle and we strut, Spit bars flaming hot, cut you deep like a cut, No tears, no fears, built from the ground up, Underground legends rise, ain't no way to corrupt.
hip-hop underground gritty
English
Defiant, gritty, proud, determined
This song is suitable for underground music scenes, independent hip-hop showcases, and as motivation during challenging times. It can be used to express resilience, confidence, and pushing through obstacles.
The lyrics use metaphorical language to convey a sense of struggle and strength. The use of imagery like 'Dungeon gates creakin'', 'tears turn to vultures', and 'City lights flicker' adds depth to the storytelling. The rhythmic structure follows traditional hip-hop patterns, with a focus on wordplay and lyrical prowess.
[Verse] Dirty kicks, street dreams, cash in the folds, Concrete jungle, snakes out for the gold. No cap, ice cold, heart of stone, Phony clowns better miss me, I’m in the zone. [Chorus] Graffiti art vibe, spray paint on the wall, Echoing chaos, through the urban sprawl. Rooftop nights, living free fall, Ripping through this city, ghost in the hall. [Verse 2] Pockets thin, grind thick, chasing the check, Sideways glances, respect to collect. Scratch the vinyl, DJ’s groove in my track, Microphone fiend, lyrical attack. [Chorus] Graffiti art vibe, spray paint on the wall, Echoing chaos, through the urban sprawl. Rooftop nights, living free fall, Ripping through this city, ghost in the hall. [Bridge] Dreams cracked, steamed by the subway, One track mind, grind till it's payday. Blocks echo tales of the unsung, Every verse whispered, still cling in the lungs. [Verse 3] Shady deals in the alley, shadows lurk, Corner store preacher, life lessons smirk. Knock-off Gucci, from a trunk sale, Hustle never stall, even when we fail.
(Verse 1) Rolling down the highway, under the sun’s golden glow, With the old Bova Futura, it's the slowest way to go. From city lights to countryside, we’re struggling on this arc, This coach is our companion, though it smells a bit like lark. (Chorus) Old Bova Futura, taking us far and wide, On the open road together, it’s a bumpy, smelly ride. Every mile and every turn, with a gear that takes an age, With the Futura’s spirit, we’re just trying to escape the cage. (Verse 2) Seats are worn and lumpy, windows barely clear, Every traveler’s nightmare, every wanderer’s jeer. Gears take 30 seconds, oh the ride is not so sweet, In the heart of the Futura, it’s survival on each street. (Chorus) Old Bova Futura, taking us far and wide, On the open road together, it’s a bumpy, smelly ride. Every mile and every turn, with a gear that takes an age, With the Futura’s spirit, we’re just trying to escape the cage. (Bridge) Mountains high and valleys low, through the wind and rain, The Futura keeps on rolling, though we groan in pain. Engine hums a weary tune, tires barely sound, In the heart of this old journey, freedom's barely found. (Chorus) Old Bova Futura, taking us far and wide, On the open road together, it’s a bumpy, smelly ride. Every mile and every turn, with a gear that takes an age, With the Futura’s spirit, we’re just trying to escape the cage. (Outro) So here’s to many miles more, with Markolefas at the wheel, Through every twist and turn, we’re enduring what we feel. Old Bova Futura, our rusty, smelly friend, On the road of endless journeys, we hope it soon will end.
[Verse] You say you for the slaves Abe But you moving slow Need that action now Abe We need to grow [Verse 2] Chains been on too long Abe Time we break free Justice ain't a maybe Abe It's a guarantee [Chorus] Free the people now Abe Can't afford delay Equal rights for all Abe Time to lead the way [Verse 3] Words ain't enough Abe Show us your might Freedom's in our grasp Abe End all the plight [Bridge] Step it up Abe Hear the call Lift us up Abe One and all [Verse 4] No more waiting Abe Go make it real Slavery's fading Abe Time to seal the deal
L - O - L honey girl Im stompin on Coming on the runway with a crazy thong I’m Here with my girls on this song To give it all I got call it ambiance In it for the credit well isn’t that clear? So Sorry that I ate. Well dinner heres dear! Im in the Head of quarters like my name is miss fear And im running this show so give me the steer M-O-O-N is what guides the tides And I W-I-N every time I guide This group to V-I-C honey its not a lie So its C-H-A-I to those from the side.
[Verse] Anaïs dans la place, reine de ma rue, Paradis du fun, quelques rires de plus, Cerveau en or, brille comme les étoiles, Dans le game familial, t'as jamais de rival. [Verse 2] Rires explosent comme pop-corn au micro-ondes, Avec toi, chaque moment est une onde, Petite sœur, gros délires, let's go, Tu changes le game, comme Jordan sur le parquet, show. [Chorus] Anaïs, oh Anaïs, la meilleure sœur, Ma complice, confidante, mon propre moteur, Dans le chaos et le calme, tu restes ma lueur, Pour toi, ces rimes, ma love letter, ma vigueur. [Verse 3] Rappelle-toi les moments, les secrets partagés, Les nuits marathon, Netflix épuisés, Faut qu'on sourit même, des jours pluvieux, Parce que t'es le soleil, brille dans mes yeux. [Bridge] Télépathie des complices, on se comprend en un clin, Mots non dits, mais notre lien est divin, Grandir à tes côtés, c'est plus qu'un cadeau, Anaïs, chaque jour, mon cœur refrétille, écho. [Verse 4] Délires et éclats de rire dans chaque coin, Tu fais de chaque jour, un festin, sans besoin, Compétitive aux jeux, mais soirée de rois, À la fin, c'est toi que je choisis à chaque fois.
The mandem too inconsiderate Five-star hotel, smoking cigarette Mixin' codeine up with the Phenergan She got thick but she wanna get thin again Drinkin' apple cider vinegar Wearin' SKIM 'cause she wanna be Kim and 'em Uh, alright I know that you're bad, stop actin' innocent We ain't got generational wealth It's only a year that I've had these millions My whip could've been in the Tokyo Drift 'cause it's fast and furious I went from the Toyota Yaris to Urus They had their chance but blew it Now this gyal want me in her uterus Fuck it, I'm rich, let's do it (fuck it) Take a look at these diamonds wrong It's a life of squintin', can't just stare With bae through thick and thin She already thick, so I'm halfway there Brown and bad Couldn't change my mind, I was halfway there One hundred meters, huh I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter (uh) One hundred eaters They won't fit in one SUV (nah) S-O-S, somebody rescue me I got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I got They can last me the next two weeks (uh, huh) Alright, like send the address through, please SUV, the outside white The inside brown like Michael Jack' More time, man build a line and trap Spend like I don't even like my stack Pistol came on a Irish ferry Let go and it sound like a tap dance The way that I ball No yellow, the ref have to give me a black card Who did what we're doin' with rap? Man couldn't sell out his show after all them years of doin' the cap Sprinter, two gyal in a van Inter, two man in Milan Heard one of my tings datin' P. Diddy Need twenty percent of whatever she bags Outside, my head in my hands I told her my name is Cench She said, "No, the one on your birth certificate" Your boyfriend ran from that diamond test 'Cause they weren't legitimate (nah) She Turkish-Cypriot but her curves Brazilian I want her and bro wants her affiliate I'm cheap, still hit a chick like, "Yo, can I borrow your Netflix?" She a feminist, she think I'm sexist Twistin' my words, I think she dyslexic Give me my space, I'm intergalactic Before I give you my Insta password I'll give you the pin to my AmEx Huh, alright This ain't stainless steel, it's platinum Dinner table, I got manners, huh T-shirt tucked in, napkin "Still loadin'" that's the caption I've only amounted a minimal fraction Eat good, I got indigestion Bare snow in my hood, no Aspen Can't get rid of my pain with Aspirin Dave just came in a Aston, I'm makin' that Maybach Music (Maybach Music) They're tryna insult my intelligence, sometimes I may act stupid I never went Uni, I been on a campus selling cocaine to students If bro let the drumstick beat Then something gon' leak, we ain't playin' exclusives Take a look at these diamonds wrong It's a life of squintin', can't just stare With bae through thick and thin She already thick, so I'm halfway there Brown and bad Couldn't change my mind, I was halfway there One hundred meters, huh I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter (uh) One hundred eaters They won't fit in one SUV (nah)
[Verse] Weekends gleam gold, ten racks gotta stack it, Moving silent, clockwork, dealin' in axes. Fiends on the corner, craving quick fixes, Got the trap jumpin', like old-school flicks is. [Verse 2] Hood tales spoken, barbershop throne, Left-cheek, right-cheek, turn cold stone. AP wrist, time tickin' slow motion, Whip so clean, lookin’ like a magic potion. [Chorus] Hustlin' and bustlin', midnight grind, Money keep calling, lose my mind. Heavy on the 808s, drums bangin' loud, In the trap house deep, hidden in the crowd. [Verse 3] Ridin' through the city, top-down, no shame, Nothing but deals, and the hustle game. Short fuse temper, cool as December, Writing that check, don't ever remember. [Bridge] Black hoodies, black masks, all in stride, In the shadows we creep, while the rich collide. Street life anthem, penned in graffiti, Neon lights flicker on the corner treaty. [Chorus] Hustlin' and bustlin', midnight grind, Money keep calling, lose my mind. Heavy on the 808s, drums bangin' loud, In the trap house deep, hidden in the crowd.
In the shadow of the night, where the whispers lie, A kingdom of silence, beneath a starlit sky. No light to guide the way, just echoes of despair, We tread the path of twilight, beyond the world's care. Darkness calls our names, we answer with no fear, In the heart of shadows, we find our way clear. Through the endless void, we wander and we roam, In the arms of darkness, we find our home. Lost souls in the black, where the secrets sleep, In the cloak of midnight, our memories we keep. The moon our only witness, to the tales we weave, In the endless night, our hearts begin to breathe. Darkness calls our names, we answer with no fear, In the heart of shadows, we find our way clear. Through the endless void, we wander and we roam, In the arms of darkness, we find our home. No dawn to break the spell, no morning to redeem, In the depth of darkness, we live our darkest dreams. Eyes wide in the night, searching for the truth, In the realm of shadows, we find eternal youth. Darkness calls our names, we answer with no fear, In the heart of shadows, we find our way clear. Through the endless void, we wander and we roam, In the arms of darkness, we find our home. When the world fades to black, and the stars lose their light, We'll be there in the darkness, forever taking flight. In the silence of the night, where our spirits freely roam, In the arms of darkness, we've found our true home.
Bitplaner am Start, das Systemhaus mit Flair, Doch die Kabel wie in Brasilien, Chaos überall, sehr schwer. Spanning-Tree am Ausfall, nie läuft es glatt, DHCP immer voll, wir sind ständig in der Tat. Bitplaner, Bitplaner, Chaos pur, doch wir sind da, Tom und Dustin, unsere Helden, immer für dich nah. „Ja, gleich“ ist ihr Motto, wenn du Hilfe brauchst, Bitplaner, Bitplaner, das Systemhaus, auf das du baust. Tom hat früher beim Kartfahren betrogen, Doch jetzt ist er unser Held, stets unbestritten oben. Dustin mit dem Loch im Schläger, verliert oft sein Dach, Doch beim IT-Support, da ist er immer wach. Bitplaner, Bitplaner, Chaos pur, doch wir sind da, Tom und Dustin, unsere Helden, immer für dich nah. „Ja, gleich“ ist ihr Motto, wenn du Hilfe brauchst, Bitplaner, Bitplaner, das Systemhaus, auf das du baust. Kabelsalat in den Wänden, Spanning-Tree will nicht, Doch wir geben niemals auf, selbst im härtesten Licht. Tom und Dustin, die Meister des Systems, Bitplaner unser Name, das ist unser Spiel. Bitplaner, Bitplaner, Chaos pur, doch wir sind da, Tom und Dustin, unsere Helden, immer für dich nah. „Ja, gleich“ ist ihr Motto, wenn du Hilfe brauchst, Bitplaner, Bitplaner, das Systemhaus, auf das du baust.
[Couplet] Frappe, respect, ensemble, handball Nous sommes une équipe, nous sommes un tout Le handball est notre passion Et nous jouons avec détermination [Couplet 2] Chaque frappe est une opportunité La balle captive, objet d’unité Dans l’arène, on s’bat pour la gloire Chaque match représente notre histoire [Refrain] Frappe, respect, ensemble, handball Nous sommes une équipe, nous sommes un tout Le handball est notre passion Et nous jouons avec détermination [Pont] Sueur et larmes sur le parquet Sous les lumières, notre quête P’tit coup de poignet, grande précision Action rapide, l'public en effervescence [Couplet 3] Comptez sur nous pour l'offensive Défense solide, chaque geste incisif Plan, stratégie, on vise la victoire Symphonie de mouvements, pas de désespoir [Refrain] Frappe, respect, ensemble, handball Nous sommes une équipe, nous sommes un tout Le handball est notre passion Et nous jouons avec détermination
