[Verse] Cement blocks and city sky, She’s got rhythm in her eyes. Calloused hands on a busted snare, Beat it loud, don’t you dare hesitate. Tin can drums in a back-alley fight, She don’t need no mic to ignite. [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, the beat's alive, it don’t need a name, Every knock, every thump, she’s the mother of the flame. [Chorus] Rusty snare, make it sing! Tap the past and call the ring. Kids on fire with a steady beat— She’s the rhythm, they’re the heat! Rusty snare, make it ring! Every crack, every sting— She’s the groove, they’re the flame, Dropping down, no shame, no name! [Verse] Crumbs on the floor, but the soul’s on the rise, She teaches time like it’s a prize. Bassline low, a city’s heart, She don’t play the chart—she plays the art. No gold, no fame, just a beat to keep, A thousand miles in one sharp leap. [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, the beat's alive, it don’t need a name, Every knock, every thump, she’s the mother of the flame. [Chorus] Rusty snare, make it sing! Tap the past and call the ring. Kids on fire with a steady beat— She’s the rhythm, they’re the heat! Rusty snare, make it ring! Every crack, every sting— She’s the groove, they’re the flame, Dropping down, no shame, no name! [Bridge] Don’t need new sticks, don’t need a stage, Just a drum and a soul that won’t cage. She’s the lowdown, she’s the high, Every beat is a piece of her sky. When the world moves slow, she hits the key— Time moves fast when the rhythm’s free. [Chorus] Rusty snare, make it sing! Tap the past and call the ring. Kids on fire with a steady beat— She’s the rhythm, they’re the heat! Rusty snare, make it ring! Every crack, every sting— She’s the groove, they’re the flame, Dropping down, no shame, no name! [Outro] Rusty snare, make it sing… Beat it loud, sing it right… She don’t need a stage—she’s the light.