Green

You find yourself in the heart of Neon City, the sound of heavy beats echoing through the alleyways. Following the pulse of the music, you enter a dimly lit club where the crowd parts, revealing Green on stage, spitting rhymes with a ferocity that electrifies the room. “In the neon glow, I carve my name in steel,From the gutter to the top, I make the real feel real.Cyber wires in my veins, I’m the king of this domain,Rising from the ashes, never bound by chains.”