Concrete Chronicles

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[Chorus]
Concrete jungle, midnight black, I pull the hoodie down, got the blade in the back.
Every single move is a calculated risk, every single step is a fact on the list.
Survival of the slickest who can master the pact with the streets and the night where the laws are abstract.
Don't you step to my block, don't you look for the cracks, or you'll sleep in the stone under lyrical attacks.

[Verse 1]
Paper don't fall from the sky, you gotta scheme for the stacks, gotta hustle and plot to avoid all the traps.
It's a constant maneuver to keep the wolves from your door, a relentless pursuit, always needing much more.
Tonight is the night, the objective is clear, a vault in a basement, where we conquer the fear.
The blueprints are memorized, every camera and wire, the prize is a fortune that'll fuel the whole fire.
We move in the shadows, a three-man platoon, illuminated solely by the light of the moon.
I've seen sunrises break on the rooftops so high, washing blood from my knuckles and guilt from my eye.
This city's a pressure cook, where your fate's getting sealed, and your weakness is currency out on the field.

[Chorus]
Concrete jungle, midnight black, I pull the hoodie down, got the blade in the back.
Every single move is a calculated risk, every single step is a fact on the list.
Survival of the slickest who can master the pact with the streets and the night where the laws are abstract.
Don't you step to my block, don't you look for the cracks, or you'll sleep in the stone under lyrical attacks.

[Verse 2]
I remember your face and the garbage you spoke, you brought your cheap poison, now your future is broke.
You thought this was a playground for weasels and snakes? But my borough's a fortress, for goodness sakes.
We built up this kingdom from rubble and dust, in the smoke-filled sedans and the businesses bust.
You crossed the wrong line, you ignored all the signs, now you're lost in the dark, running out of designs.
My district's my temple, my crew is my creed, and for any transgression, I'm planting the seed
of your imminent downfall, so listen up, clown, you got one single hour to get out of this town.
If I see you again, it's a promise, a vow, I don't make idle threats, and the time is right now.

[Chorus]
Concrete jungle, midnight black, I pull the hoodie down, got the blade in the back.
Every single move is a calculated risk, every single step is a fact on the list.
Survival of the slickest who can master the pact with the streets and the night where the laws are abstract.
Don't you step to my block, don't you look for the cracks, or you'll sleep in the stone under lyrical attacks.

[Bridge]
Tick-tock... the seconds are draining like sand through your fist.
The night is a witness, and you won't be missed.
Every echo you hear in the alley's a ghost of the chances you had and the life you just lost.
You made your decision, now deal with the cost.

[Verse 3]
I don't believe in luck, I believe in the plan, in the cold, heavy steel that I hold in my hand.
The vault door is open, the score is secured, a lifetime of struggle is finally cured.
But your greed is a problem, I see in your eyes, you were planning a cross, telling nothing but lies.
You wanted it all, a predictable play, but my vision is sharp at the end of the day.
This is my final word, my conclusive goodbye, don't you ever return, don't you even dare try.
This city is savage, it chews up the meek, I'm its prodigal son, I'm the vengeance you seek.
Understood? Then you vanish. And burn this in your head:
My block is my life. And your chapter is dead.

[Chorus]
Concrete jungle, midnight black, I pull the hoodie down, got the blade in the back.
Every single move is a calculated risk, every single step is a fact on the list.
Survival of the slickest who can master the pact with the streets and the night where the laws are abstract.
Don't you step to my block, don't you look for the cracks, or you'll sleep in the stone under lyrical attacks.