Subway hiss on the hi‑hat, city’s heartbeat in the bass, I step in, let the rhythm lace my veins, turn that hiss into a snare that pops, that bus brake drop a deep thump like a boom box in a subway tunnel. Yo, I ride the hiss, feel the pulse, every stop, every bump, I'm spittin’ lines that sync with the city's drum. When the brakes hit the road, bass line drops, I lift the mic, let the words pop, turn the commute into a stage, drop a freestyle that makes the trains rewind, turn your daily grind into a rhyme.