[NCS-024] LEVEL 01

✅ 100% Copyright Safe ✅ Free to Use ✅ Perfect for Background Music #ncs #ncsmusic #ncsrelease #ncsbgms [LYRICS] Spawned as a seed in a storm-bitten field, No golden armor, just hunger concealed. They saw a spark and mistook it for none, But coal learns pressure before it meets sun. Level one, I was chalk on the rain, Thin little mark on a flood-prone lane. Hands were two clocks that forgot how to move, Still carved my hours in the edge of a groove. I wore their laughter like rust on a blade, Quiet at first, but it sharpened with shade. Every defeat was a brick in my chest, Built me a tower from failing the test. No team would claim me, I drifted like ash, Small little ember in a lobby of flash. But embers remember the language of fire, Low in the dark, they rehearse to climb higher. I learned the map like a scar learns skin, Every wrong turn taught the walls how to bend. Patience became like a wolf in the snow, Silent enough that the hunters won’t know. I was level one, just dust on the floor, Now they hear thunder when I step through the door. Came from the soil where the cold roots run, Respect grew slow, but I watered each one. I was level one, no crown, no trust, A diamond asleep in a basement of dust. Now every match feels the weight of my sun, From nameless in chat to the storm level one. First they ignored me like coins in the street, Now they count echoes when I move my feet. I turned each insult to ink in my veins, Wrote my own myth on the backs of my pains. My setup was cracked like an old temple wall, Still held a kingdom inside of it all. Keys full of ghosts, but my focus was flame, Blue-screen moonlight kept feeding my name. Loss was a blacksmith with smoke in his lungs, Hammered my panic till discipline sung. Fear was a mirror I learned to outstare, Now it looks down when I walk through the glare. I moved like rumor through corridors tight, Soft as a shadow, then sudden as light. One clean decision, a match turned to glass, They saw their throne with a crack in its past. I was level one, just dust on the floor, Now they hear thunder when I step through the door. Came from the soil where the cold roots run, Respect grew slow, but I watered each one. I was level one, no crown, no trust, A diamond asleep in a basement of dust. Now every match feels the weight of my sun, From nameless in chat to the storm level one. Legends are not always lightning at birth, Some start as roots in the mouth of the earth. Some names are candles that weather the rain, Some kings are forged in invisible pain. Now I don’t flex, I just breathe with the blade, Old little hunger still sleeps in my shade. Rookie inside me keeps knocking the wall, Tells me the mountain can still make me small. Respect is a garden with teeth underneath, Quit for a season, it swallows your wreath. So I keep grinding where night chews the sun, Still just a spark with the heart of a gun. Level one never died, it became, Coal under pressure that learned its own name. They see the rank, but not what I outrun, I rose from the dirt as the storm—level one.