
Streets of Steel Mixes 
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(Verse 1)
Yo, I’m cruisin’ through the D like it’s my kingdom to own,
City built on struggle, every brick is a throne.
From the cracks in the pavement to the beats in my chest,
We resurrect the legends, let the Motor rev its best.

I’m talkin’ Cadillacs swervin’, paint drippin’ like rain,
Dreams built in factories, hustle deep in my veins.
From the Westside blocks to the Eastside flame,
Every rhyme’s a Molotov, every bar’s untamed.

(Hook)
It’s Detroit heavy, steel in the flow,
Where the winters bite hard, but the heat gon’ glow.
Grit in the soul, streets got the code,
Yo, we build from the ashes, that’s the story we hold.

(Verse 2)
Got a blueprint of struggle, call it hustle and grind,
Where the clocks don’t tick, just the rhythm of time.
Yo, the city’s in my voice, in my blood, in my mind,
Turned the ruins into riches, left the doubters behind.

Every cipher is a war zone, battles get raw,
Mic’s a sledgehammer, breaking through every law.
Born in the depths, but we rise to the heights,
Like a phoenix from the ashes under streetlamp lights.

(Bridge)
We got dreams on fire, ambitions in gears,
Turn the past into power, erase the fears.
Every beat a revolution, every word a spark,
Detroit’s in my heart, man, it’s more than an art.

(Hook)
It’s Detroit heavy, steel in the flow,
Where the winters bite hard, but the heat gon’ glow.
Grit in the soul, streets got the code,
Yo, we build from the ashes, that’s the story we hold.

Steel in the Veins Mixes 
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(Verse 1)
Yo, shadows in the city, where the echoes collide,
Every block’s a battleground, where the truth can’t hide.
Steel veins in the skyline, rust in the breeze,
Detroit taught survival, we don’t bow, we seize.

It’s the pulse of the pavement, the grind in my step,
Blueprints of ambition, every stone we’ve repped.
Turn the dirt into diamonds, the struggle into flame,
We don’t follow no path; we’re re-writing the game.

(Hook)
This is Motor City magic, grit in the air,
Every bar’s a revolution, raw and rare.
From the heart of the hustle to the heights we claim,
Detroit’s in the blood, in the soul, in the name.

(Verse 2)
Yo, the grind never stops, it’s the code we live,
Every cut, every scar, every chance we give.
Turn the ruins to rhythm, the chaos to art,
From the depths of the struggle, we tear it apart.

The echoes of the factories, still hum in our dreams,
Every piston a reminder of what survival means.
From the Motor City nights to the battles we fought,
Every story is a lesson, every rhyme is raw thought.

(Hook)
This is Motor City magic, grit in the air,
Every bar’s a revolution, raw and rare.
From the heart of the hustle to the heights we claim,
Detroit’s in the blood, in the soul, in the name.

(Bridge)
Yo, it’s fire in the cold, steel in the rain,
We turn the weight of the world into beats and chains.
Let the skyline watch as we build and rise,
Detroit’s in our soul, it’s the fire in our eyes.

(Verse 3)
From the Eastside blocks to the 8 Mile grind,
Every corner is a story, every wall’s a sign.
We don’t break, we evolve, let the legends be told,
Detroit’s not a city; it’s a heart of gold.

Turn the ruins into riches, the grind into wealth,
This is Motor City pride; this is strength in stealth.
We walk where the giants laid the paths in steel,
Detroit’s the anthem, the truth we feel.

(Hook)
This is Motor City magic, grit in the air,
Every bar’s a revolution, raw and rare.
From the heart of the hustle to the heights we claim,
Detroit’s in the blood, in the soul, in the name.

(Outro)
So let the city lights shine on the scars we bear,
Every cut, every fall, made us kings out here.
From the ashes we build, from the struggle we rise,
Detroit forever – the flame never dies.