Party Rhymes, City Lights

Once upon a time, my friend and I were at a party.

Rapping in front of some women, who were really turned on by our music.

The energy was electric, a classic New York groove. Yo,

check the mic, one two, this for all my true crews. Beats drop hard,

speakers blast, good times made to always last. It was a night where our

words became magic, connecting souls on the dance floor.