Yo it's a fire night out here. The streets are bumpin'. Gotta keep it. Can't get caught up in nothin'. Gotta make sure I get my paper stacked. Eyes open out here, man. It ain't always easy.

Jump Out, It's a CPC Takeover

The crawlers are marching in! A colossal surge of {CPC{ campaigns is shattering the landscape. Get ready to adapt as the struggle rages.

• Arm Yourself for a unyielding battle.
• Be Flexible
• Keep Pace

Kreepin' on the Block (Freestyle) ????

Yo, check it out, it's that straight talk right here.

I'm spittin' beats like it's none of business.

This ain't no game. I'm makin' my move and makin' impact. You can feel it in the air.

I'm pumpin' up the heat.

Get ready cuz I'm about to explode.

Life on the Edge????

Yo, our city ain't safe no more. You gotta be wise if you wanna survive out here. We movin' low key, keepin' our heads down and watchin' the scene.

Gotta watch your back every moment 'cause you never know who to trust. It's real out here.

This CPC: These Streetz Are Their Playground

We cruisin' deep in the asphalt, where the hustle never stops. Aight', it's all blast when you breathe that CPC style. Don't underestimate the might of these streets. They mold us, grind us, and ultimately make us into players.

• Honour to the elders who paved the way
• Remain focused on your goals
• Trust in yourself and your abilities

CPC: Where the hustle is always on. Keep it real.

Crawlin'

The streetlights flicker a sickly yellow on the wet asphalt, paintin' the world in shades of gray and blue. Shadows stretch like living things, devourin' every corner. A low rumble echoes through the pavement, a symphony of sirens and distant shouts. I shuffle down the alleyway, keepin' to the shadows, my heart pounded like a drum solo in my chest.

• The city breath is thick with exhaust and the aroma of stale beer. A stray cat hisss at a dumpster, its eyes gleamwith the darkness.
• One more shift. Another chance to blend into this concrete jungle.

Here I am firmly set on the streets, a lone figure in a sea of faces. But bossman dlow kreepin through the streetz reaction tonight, I hear something different. A change in the air. A shift in the shadows.