S KI-Stimmen-Generator von Fish Audio

When I'm in the club tonight, feeling so right, got the ladies in sight. My flow is tight, my game's on height, when I step to the light. Making moves till the morning light, everything's gonna be alright.

In the booth laying tracks, making magic happen flow, straight fire on the mic, got the whole crew snappin'. From the streets to the beats, every bar I drop is real, representing hip-hop culture, that's the way I feel.

I'm ripping through rhythms and flipping the system, my lyrics are dripping with venom and wisdom, I'm killing the rhythm while building the vision, my syllables spilling and filling the mission, they feeling the prison of skill that I'm giving them.

I got fire burning deep inside my veins, got truth and lies twisted in my brain, ain't no fake moves running through my game, born with this power can't explain, meditation flowing like cocaine, spirit rising through the pain, yeah through the pain.

Now check this out - we got another case where social media played everybody. This young dude been posting these cryptic messages for months, talking about "demons inside" and stuff. Everyone thinking he just being dramatic, but peep the pattern. That's how these streets work now.

Microphone architect, building verses like pyramids, wisdom flows through cerebral corridors. My thoughts crystallize, materialize, hypnotize the masses. Poetry's my weapon, every bar a lesson, blessing minds with divine expression, while these others still guessing.

flickety flack she coming back saying wobbly dobbly hit the track mm'yeah. Supery dupery brother making crazy lazy daisy running through my mindey mind, don' don' stopping till we shine shine shine.

Pull up in that black whip, stacking paper like it's nothing. Got them black shades on, black diamonds all on my neck. Counting bands in the back, while they watching how I flex. Million dollar moves, that's just how we living next.