Backstreet, black heat, cracked concrete Bad sleep, flat feet, drag through the dead street Half-dead lamp keep buzzin' off the backbeat Cold wind cut through the holes in my damn sleeves Chain-link chatter when the night breeze hit it Rain in the gutter, cheap neon swimming in it Boarded-up store with the old sign flicking Bass through the bricks and the whole wall twitching Back-back, black-black, bass in the back Crack-crack, snare snap, dirt on the track Run-run, tongue twist, never lose track No hook, no break, just rap-rap-rap Wet black pavement, brake-light bleeding Late bus crawling, busted sign blinking Streetlamp stuttering, transformer screaming Whole block sleeping but the low end breathing Click with the kick when I spit that percussion Slip in the pocket then split the construction Dust in my lungs, distortion combustion Word into word into word— no discussion Diction get twisted, position keep switching Internal rhyme inside internal rhyme stitching Hiss in the system, the whole mix clipping Tape getting sick but the mouth keeps spitting Back in the basement, battered and faded Static saturated, badly calibrated Cadence contaminated, tape degraded One dirty take— don't save it Don't shave it Don't tame it Voice crack? Keep it. Beat drag? Leave it. Wrong word? Mean it. Back-back, black-black, bass in the back Crack-crack, snare snap, dirt on the track Run-run, tongue twist, never lose track No hook, no break, just rap-rap-rap Kick-kick, low-low, shake that frame Same damn block, different night, same game Tape hiss thick when I spit that slang No clean shit— let it hang Low light, no sleep, cold concrete Old wires overhead humming off-beat Liquor-store glow spill red on the street Cheap motel vacancy buzz through the heat Dogs start barking somewhere down the block Sirens way back but nobody stops Somebody running when the streetlight pops I keep walking— tick-tick-tock Rainwater black in the cracks by my feet Old bass rattling out a car down the street Brain going numb but the rhythm stay mean Hands keep moving— you know what I mean 脳みそ溶けても 手は止まらねぇ ドブの底で ハイになって這いずり回る 正気のフリした お前らを笑い飛ばして ネジの飛んだ頭で 地獄まで突っ走る Hell-bound, head-down, back through the gutter One word trip into another motherfucker Tongue get tangled? Untangle another Stumble on rhythm? Turn that stumble to thunder Raw throat, raw tape, raw take No second shot, let the whole voice break Breath getting short, let the rib cage shake Mistake in the take? Keep the mistake Voice crack—keep it Tape drag—keep it Bass clip—keep it Bad mix—keep it Everything dirty everything twitching everything crooked everything clipping Still— spitting. Rattle the pattern, then fracture the cadence Scatter the syllables back through the basement Static and saturation, no restoration Bad ventilation, track suffocation Run through the rhythm with no reservation Tongue acceleration, breath deprivation Beat degradation, tape mutilation Fuck preservation— let it cave in BACK-BACK, BLACK-BLACK, BASS IN THE BACK CRACK-CRACK, SNARE SNAP, DIRT ON THE TRACK RUN-RUN, TONGUE TWIST, NEVER LOSE TRACK NO HOOK, NO BREAK— JUST RAP-RAP-RAP Back—back Black—black Crack—crack Rap—rap Run it, rerun it, ruin it, screw it Loop getting uglier every time through it Dirt in the drum, let the low end bleed through it Too fucking clean? Put some filth back into it Rust on the rail, dust on the dial Walk another block, spit another mile Voice getting rough, mouth crooked with a smile Tape been dying for a fucking while Still rolling still going still choking still flowing Streetlights dying daylight crawling stray dogs barking store gates falling Still walking still talking still— Back-back Black-black Bass in the— BACK.
