(Verse 1)
Yo, let me tell you 'bout my homie Brian,
Spittin' bars so hot, man, he got the world tryin'.
Lyrics like a flame, they ignite the whole scene,
When he steps to the mic, you know what I mean?
He’s got that flow, smooth like butter,
Every rhyme he drops, make the crowd go "what?!"
From the block to the stage, he’s the king of the game,
In a world full of whispers, he’s the roar of the flames.
(Chorus)
Brian on the beat, man, his rhymes so fire,
Every line he drops takes the crowd higher.
Catch him in the cypher, spitting pure inspiration,
Homie’s got a talent that deserves a standing ovation.
(Verse 2)
From the alley to the club, it’s a lyrical spree,
When he’s on the mic, it’s like magic, you see?
Bars so clever, got you laughing and thinking,
Homie’s got that vision, no time for the sinking.
With a heart full of passion and a mind so sharp,
He’s painting pictures in the dark, like a lyrical art.
Got the rhythm in his veins, beats thumpin' like a drum,
When Brian’s on the stage, man, you know it’s gonna come.
(Chorus)
Brian on the beat, man, his rhymes so fire,
Every line he drops takes the crowd higher.
Catch him in the cypher, spitting pure inspiration,
Homie’s got a talent that deserves a standing ovation.
(Bridge)
So here’s to my homie, always keepin' it real,
With a style so unique, it’s a powerful deal.
From freestyle sessions to tracks we admire,
Raise your hands up, ’cause Brian’s the fire!
(Outro)
So if you ever doubt, just remember this name,
Brian’s in the game, and he’s changing the frame.
With his poetry, he’s the voice of the street,
Homie’s fire rapin’ can't be beat!