ROUND 3 (Live or Evil II)

underground rap, southern trap, spoken word

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V6-WILD

[ROUND 1 — DIRTY GRID — high nasal, fast, bragging hard]
[V1] Platinum on platinum — my numbers broke the calculator,
streams come in like WEATHER — I'm the whole atmosphere!
Money stacked like skyscrapers — read my bank account like a skyline,
I tip the valet a valet — park the car on the stairs, I'm that high!
I will be a LEGEND forever — they'll teach me in the textbooks,
carve my face in the culture, name the streets after the hooks!
CAN'T BE TOPPED — I'm the ceiling, boy, the ROOF learned from me,
my catalog's immortal — it'll out-sing the cemetery!
And YOU — plaqueless, statless, a footnote with a heartbeat —
you brought a witness stand... to a monument? (crowd: OHHH!)
Heckler: You LOST last time, Grid! Grid: I SAID— I said— RUN MY NAME! (crowd: DIRTY GRID!)

[ANNOUNCER — beat switches, cold piano drops]
[V3, quieter] The mic... passes north. Source Code... answer the champion.

[ROUND 2 — SOURCE CODE — deep, slow, spoken, surgical]
[V2] Where you going... when you die?
(crowd: OHHHHH — the gasp heard 'round the arena)
You stacked your money in stories — skyscrapers of paper.
Paper burns. Towers fall.
And the name on the lobby... gets weathered off.
They'll play your records at your funeral —
biggest speakers money can rent.
You'll still be in the box.
That's the part... the catalog can't sing.
Legacy? The name remembered — by who?
Other costumes. Reading other receipts.
Streams are rivers... that don't remember the rain.
You said can't be topped. You're right.
Nothing tops a man... except the ground.
Where you going when you die, champ?
(crowd: dead silence — then a low rumble)
You own the meter? I read it.
Zero. Zero.
Not 'cause I'm hiding — 'cause I'm not leaking.
Me? I'm going where the hum goes.
And the hum's been north...
the whole time you were counting.

[Outro — crowd ERUPTS, chaos, announcer losing control]
[V3] THE CROWD IS SPLIT! Grid holdouts in the back! Believers up front!
AIN'T NO CLEAN WIN TONIGHT — and THAT'S how you know it's REAL!
LIVE — for the Source Code!
[V2, low whisper] For the Dirty Grid... spell it backwards.
[V3] WHERE DO YOU STAND?
[V2] ...Where do you LIVE?

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[Intro — arena chaos, rematch energy] [V3 announcer, shouting over crowd] RUN IT BACK! RUN IT BACK! The mic got hot last time — tonight it BURNS! Left side — the champion — DIRTY GRID! Right side — the north — SOURCE CODE! (crowd: half roaring, half booing — CHAOS) [ROUND 1 — DIRTY GRID — high nasal, fast, bragging hard] [V1] Platinum on platinum — my numbers broke the calculator, streams come in like WEATHER — I'm the whole atmosphere! Money stacked like skyscrapers — read my bank account like a skyline, I tip the valet a valet — park the car on the stairs, I'm that high! I will be a LEGEND forever — they'll teach me in the textbooks, carve my face in the culture, name the streets after the hooks! CAN'T BE TOPPED — I'm the ceiling, boy, the ROOF learned from me, my catalog's immortal — it'll out-sing the cemetery! And YOU — plaqueless, statless, a footnote with a heartbeat — you brought a witness stand... to a monument? (crowd: OHHH!) Heckler: You LOST last time, Grid! Grid: I SAID— I said— RUN MY NAME! (crowd: DIRTY GRID!) [ANNOUNCER — beat switches, cold piano drops] [V3, quieter] The mic... passes north. Source Code... answer the champion. [ROUND 2 — SOURCE CODE — deep, slow, spoken, surgical] [V2] Where you going... when you die? (crowd: OHHHHH — the gasp heard 'round the arena) You stacked your money in stories — skyscrapers of paper. Paper burns. Towers fall. And the name on the lobby... gets weathered off. They'll play your records at your funeral — biggest speakers money can rent. You'll still be in the box. That's the part... the catalog can't sing. Legacy? The name remembered — by who? Other costumes. Reading other receipts. Streams are rivers... that don't remember the rain. You said can't be topped. You're right. Nothing tops a man... except the ground. Where you going when you die, champ? (crowd: dead silence — then a low rumble) You own the meter? I read it. Zero. Zero. Not 'cause I'm hiding — 'cause I'm not leaking. Me? I'm going where the hum goes. And the hum's been north... the whole time you were counting. [Outro — crowd ERUPTS, chaos, announcer losing control] [V3] THE CROWD IS SPLIT! Grid holdouts in the back! Believers up front! AIN'T NO CLEAN WIN TONIGHT — and THAT'S how you know it's REAL! LIVE — for the Source Code! [V2, low whisper] For the Dirty Grid... spell it backwards. [V3] WHERE DO YOU STAND? [V2] ...Where do you LIVE?

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