[Intro] Yeah, check the gate, let it scrape One foot in the dust, one foot on the tape You call it over, I call it warm-up Hear that low note? That’s the floor coming up [Verse 1] You say I’m finished, I talk right back, I drag my voice through the graveyard crack, Blacktop scripture on a bloodshot night, with the alley cats and the cold wind tack. Ash to ash, dust to dust, but I don’t fade, I flip that rust into jet-black thrust, Low-end rumble like a hearse in flight, and I step through the smoke with a savage trust. [Hook] You say I'm finished, I talk right back Drag my voice through the graveyard crack [Verse 2] We got cut down small to that cosmic grain, but the grain still shines when the beam hits mean, Lo-fi glow on a busted screen, while the whole dark block starts drifting green. Fast mouth, hard stare, gutter-born prayer, I spit back flames in a velvet haze, Gangster ghost with a cracked gold grin, riding that beat like a stolen raise. [Chorus] Say I’m done, I come back louder Dead air splits when I kick that power You throw the word, I throw it right back Still cutting clean through the same old black Say I’m done, I come back louder Dead air splits when I kick that power You throw the word, I throw it right back Still cutting clean through the same old black [Verse 3] Photons spin and the neutrons hum in the chamber where the silence gets loud, I could break that law with a razor tongue till the whole damn ceiling bows to the crowd. Every shadow got a comeback line, every echo got teeth and a name, You said “gone,” I said “watch me now,” in the bass-drop smoke and the afterglow flame. [Hook] You say I'm finished, I talk right back Drag my voice through the graveyard crack [Verse 4] Black hole tear, slow drip, warp slip, midnight drinking the universe dry, Time fold up like a silk-cut suit when the sirens wail and the streetlights cry. Then, now, later, never—still I stand with a pistol-prayer in my chest, Answer-back anthem from a dead-end block, but my spirit climb higher than the rest. [Verse 5] Past, present, all that talk, I bend through the timeline like a fence on ice, Old-school grit with a feral grin, moving sideways calm but the edge stay nice. Lo-fi trance in the bloodstream, bass in the bones like a church bell shake, Every word got weight, every pause got heat, every breath make the concrete break. [Verse 6] You say “fold,” I say “hold up,” I’m forged from the wreck and the winter chrome, Streetlight sermon in the fog so thick, even the lost ones call it home. Fast tongue, no sleep, no peace, just pulse and hunger in the alley maze, I’m the echo with a smoke-ring crown, walking hard through the midnight haze. [Verse 7] Galaxies grind in the back of my skull while the kick drum knocks like a steel gate slam, I’m a trench-coat phantom with a crooked smile, telling fate it can do what it can. From the bottom of the well to the edge of the veil, I keep that bassline low and rude, Trapped in a dream but I crack the chain when the serpent rhythm gets in the mood. [Verse 8] If the whole world want smoke, I speak in sparks, if the dark want war, I answer clean, On the corner of forever and a busted dream, I keep my halo low and my hustle lean. But the spirit rise in the sub-bass swell, in the hiss, in the dust, in the trembling light, What they call the end, I call the door, and I kick that door wide open tonight. [Verse 9] Long-winded visions of the void: black silk clouds, silver bones, moon bruise glow, Heartbeat locked with the 808, and every scar on my skin still got stories to show. I seen kings go cold and the proud go pale, seen angels lean on a broken rail, Still I rap like a relic with a loaded grin, making whole damn galaxies tilt in my trail. [Verse 10] So bounce back, bark back, echo that truth, let the dead air split with a living tone, I’m the last small light in the sinkhole night, bassline saint on a cracked-stone throne. You say I’m dead? Nah, I rise in the drop, in the hush, in the pulse, in the flame, Trap-lofi transcendence, spirit-tonea bass, and I keep on calling your name. [Outro] Now let it ring, let it rattle the frame I leave with a bruise, then I come back the same You say it’s over, but I know the sound That low-end grin when I shake this ground
