(Yeah…) (City lights flicker…) (Mos Jeph…) Cold nights train tracks sirens in the distance Every block got a prophet and a villain City spin round while the bassline knock (Keep runnin…) Mind race fast while the whole world watch (No brakes…) Gold soul sample through the rooftop smoke Still ten toes down when the pressure gon choke City spin round let the drums speak truth (Ha!) Fast tongue flash while I carve through booths Real ones rise while the weak play roles You can’t fake hunger when it live in the soul I got alleyway rhythm in the cadence Southside pulse mixed with late-night anguish Every sentence dance on the snare so dangerous Built from the static and the cracked foundations Train wheels spark while the skyline blur Cold wind cut like a razor through fur Everybody wanna talk but the action unsure Mos Jeph move silent while the fake reassure Boom bap baptized in cathedral drums Soul sample cry while the hi-hats run Fast flow spiral make the whole room jump Words hit hard like a kick from a pump (Go!) Microphone science I dissect each section Double-time breath with obsessive aggression Every line threaded with electric tension Underground legend in a slow ascension And the city keep callin me back Every cracked street got a story in black Every lost soul got a dream in a bag Every heartbeat sync with the rhythm attack City spin round while the bassline knock (Keep runnin…) Mind race fast while the whole world watch (No brakes…) Gold soul sample through the rooftop smoke Still ten toes down when the pressure gon choke City spin round let the drums speak truth (Ha!) Fast tongue flash while I carve through booths Real ones rise while the weak play roles You can’t fake hunger when it live in the soul Black coat silhouette under flickered lights Rap poltergeist when I enter the mic Every verse elevate pressure and height Every beat get murdered on sight on sight No sleep energy wired from survival Notebook scriptures like a modern-day bible Eyes bloodshot from the dream revival Still move militant through every arrival They talk numbers I talk legacy first Talk frequency shifts and the shape of the curse Talk hungry artists puttin pain in a verse Talk cold nights prayin hope finally work (Hope finally work…) Now the cadence accelerate straight chaos Tongue move quick like the train wheels race us Every bar land sharp enough to break trust Mos Jeph black mask flow can’t recreate us (Hey!) Hands up high if you still fight fear If you still write rhymes when nobody cheer If you still hold dreams through another hard year Then the city still alive every time you hear— City spin round while the bassline knock (Keep runnin…) Mind race fast while the whole world watch (No brakes…) Gold soul sample through the rooftop smoke Still ten toes down when the pressure gon choke City spin round let the drums speak truth (Ha!) Fast tongue flash while I carve through booths Real ones rise while the weak play roles You can’t fake hunger when it live in the soul (Yeah…) (Mos Jeph…) (City still breathin…) Ten toes down through the smoke and rain Still rappin like survival carved into the brain
