[Intro] Yeah That itch (ha) Listen [Verse 1] Flip quick Short fuse, short breath Whole block think I’m one step From a cold case, hot lead, red mist Hands twitch They don’t know that I’m aiming at the slipmat, not a hit list Palm on the platter, heart on the brink Every little slight got me right to the brink But I spin that rage, let the groove get nicked Cartridge cocked back, then the needle go—skrrt skrrt—clicked They see the stare, they don’t see the slip Think I’m reaching for the steel when I’m reaching for the disc Every snap in my head, every time I wanna trip I don’t empty out a mag, I just empty out a crate and rip [Chorus] I’m sic in the head and I’m sic on the decks (so sic) All of my demons get cut to the shreds That itch in my brain, I don’t reach for a TEC I just pull that vinyl close, let it bleed on the flex I’m sic in the head and I’m sic on the decks Every dark little thought getting sliced in the mix If I start to see red, I don’t load, I don’t press I just scratch that itch, scratch that itch, scratch that itch [Verse 2] Bass drum thump like a shot in the stairwell Snare snap back like a shell in the air, fell Kick hit hard like a hand on a grip But it’s just a 16 loop in the lab when it spits Crossfader slide like a finger on a trigger Fingers on the wax make the whole room shiver Backspin bark like a muzzle flash flare While the crowd go mute, feel the smoke in the air Hi-hat chatter like the metal when it rattle Beat drop heavy like the first step to a battle But the chalk on this floor just mark cue points We empty out grooves, not bodies, not joints [Chorus] I’m sic in the head and I’m sic on the decks (so sic) All of my demons get cut to the shreds That itch in my brain, I don’t reach for a TEC I just pull that vinyl close, let it bleed on the flex I’m sic in the head and I’m sic on the decks Every dark little thought getting sliced in the mix If I start to see red, I don’t load, I don’t press I just scratch that itch, scratch that itch, scratch that itch [Verse 3] Rent late, court date on the fridge door Mom call cryin’, say she can’t take it no more Baby mama on the line tryna twist that knife All this weight on my chest, could’ve ruined my life But I box that stress in a milk crate, lock it Drop it on the table, then I wiretap the rocket Cut through the chaos, scars in the sound Every back-and-forth scratch put my pain in the ground I don’t pray much, but I talk to the dust Fingerprints on the grooves like a code I trust When the world say “ride” and they mean with a clip I just ride this record ‘til the label go ripped [Chorus] I’m sic in the head and I’m sic on the decks (so sic) All of my demons get cut to the shreds That itch in my brain, I don’t reach for a TEC I just pull that vinyl close, let it bleed on the flex I’m sic in the head and I’m sic on the decks Every dark little thought getting sliced in the mix If I start to see red, I don’t load, I don’t press I just scratch that itch, scratch that itch, scratch that itch [Outro] That itch Yeah, I scratch that (ah) [Extended scratches ride the beat, fading to one last sharp cut]
