That Wit Lryics

(Verse 1) Tisk it, task it, I rap with precision, Every word I spit, a lyrical incision, On the mic, I flow, with rhythmic ambition, In the cipher, I shine, no intermission. Crafting rhymes, weaving lines, like a magician, From the underground up, it's my musical mission, In the studio booth, where dreams come alive, I'm spitting fire, every verse, I strive. Through the concrete jungle, where dreams collide, I navigate the hustle, where hope resides, From the struggle to the hustle, I rise above, In the spotlight, I'm the voice of love. (Verse 2) Rap it, that wit, it's my verbal delight, From the day to the night, I ignite with insight, In the zone, in my throne, where the vibes take flight, With every rhyme I craft, I elevate the height. From street corners to stages, I command the crowd, With lyrical prowess, I'm standing proud, In the heartbeat of the city, where legends are born, I spit truth, from dusk 'til dawn. From the cipher to the streets, I paint my tale, With every beat drop, my story unveil, In the rhythm of life, where dreams unfold, I'm writing stories that'll never grow old. (Verse 3) Tisk it, task it, ain't no time to waste, On this lyrical chase, I'm setting the pace, With each bar I lace, I embrace the grace, In the rap game, I thrive, leaving a trace. Through the trials and tribulations, I prevail, Every challenge, I unravel, every tale, From the struggle to the shine, I rise above, In the spotlight, I'm the voice of love. In the hustle and the grind, where dreams ignite, I'm spitting verses, in the moonlight, With beats that bump and hooks that grip, Tisk it, task it, on this lyrical trip. (Chorus) So tisk it, task it, rap it with that wit, In the spotlight, I spit, every line legit, From the underground up to the summit I sit, I'm the rhyme architect, ain't no quit. In the rhythm of life, where dreams unfold, I'm writing stories that'll never grow old, With beats that bump and hooks that grip, Tisk it, task it, on this lyrical trip. (Bridge) In the cipher, I cipher, with words that flow, From the heart, let it show, where dreams grow, Tisk it, task it, on this journey I go, In the rhythm of life, I reap what I sow. From freestyle sessions to studio sessions, I manifest dreams with lyrical confessions, In the echo of applause, I find my applause, I'm the rapper, the storyteller, breaking walls. In the city lights, where the smoke intertwines, I craft my rhymes, in these urban confines, With each verse, I paint my life's design, Tisk it, task it, in the rhyme's design. (Outro) So here I stand, with my mic in hand, Tisk it, task it, across the land, In the world of rhyme, where I expand, Rap it with that wit, the grand command. From city blocks to global plots, I'm the wordsmith, connecting the dots, In the cadence of beats, I find my retreat, Tisk it, task it, to the rhythm's heartbeat. In the rhythm of life, where dreams unfold, I'm writing stories that'll never grow old, With beats that bump and hooks that grip, Tisk it, task it, on this lyrical trip.