[Intro] (An eerie, slowed-down piano melody loops over a thick vinyl crackle. In the background, a rotary phone rings twice, followed by a heavy, clicking analog dial tone that drops directly into a deep, vibrating sub-bass hum.) [Verse 1] Midnight strikes and the cellular starts to vibrate No time for sleeping when there's packages to migrate Headlights off, cutting clean through the alleyway Always on call, yeah I do this shit the valley way Dope man pulling up, shadows in the passenger Riding with the ghosts, running digits like an actuary Never double-booking, keep the product in a airtight seal Always hit the target when it's time to make a legal deal He asks for the heavy, yeah he knows I got the premium supply Staring at the rearview under a toxic, smoking sky [Pre-Chorus] [Low, raspy whisper - very close to mic] Phone lines buzzing in the dark... Leave a clean trace, leave a mark... He knows the number, rings it twice... Dope man coming, pay the price... [Chorus] [Melodic yelling, heavy vocal clipping, explosive energy] DOPE MAN CALLING, YEAH HE'S ALWAYS ON THE LINE! NEVER MISS A DELIVERY, RUNNING OUT OF TIME! 6-6-6 IN THE trunk OF THE SEDAN! ALWAYS PUT THE PRODUCT STRAIGHT IN THE CLIENT'S HAND! [Verse 2] [Fast, choppy monotone triplet flow] Rain on the windshield, tracking down the coordinates Dealing with the shadows and the midnight subordinates Never skip a drop-off, twenty-four seven grind Leaving all the history and the memories behind Trap phone ringing off the hook in the glove compartment Moving through the corridors of another dark apartment He knows I got the goods, knows I never pull a bait-and-switch Living on the edge of the underground matrix ditch Ash on the ledger, keeping track of every single fee Grey till the grave, yeah that's all I'll ever be [Pre-Chorus] [Low, raspy whisper - very close to mic] Phone lines buzzing in the dark... Leave a clean trace, leave a mark... He knows the number, rings it twice... Dope man coming, pay the price... [Chorus] [Melodic yelling, heavy vocal clipping, explosive energy] DOPE MAN CALLING, YEAH HE'S ALWAYS ON THE LINE! NEVER MISS A DELIVERY, RUNNING OUT OF TIME! 6-6-6 IN THE trunk OF THE SEDAN! ALWAYS PUT THE PRODUCT STRAIGHT IN THE CLIENT'S HAND! [Bridge] [The heavy drums drop out completely. Only a slow, eerie, detuned piano chords loop over a deep, pulsing analog 808 heartbeat.] [Deeply pitched-down voice] No delays... no excuses... always on the street... Mud on the tires... keeping rhythm with the beat... Dial the digits... lock the order... wait by the gate... The dope man is coming... he is never running late... [Chorus] [Maximum distortion, chaotic melodic screaming, maximum energy] DOPE MAN CALLING, YEAH HE'S ALWAYS ON THE LINE! NEVER MISS A DELIVERY, RUNNING OUT OF TIME! 6-6-6 IN THE trunk OF THE SEDAN! ALWAYS PUT THE PRODUCT STRAIGHT IN THE CLIENT'S HAND! [Outro] (The 808 bass abruptly stops. The haunting piano loop slows down drastically, warping and detuning as if the tape is giving out. The sound of a final telephone dial tone tone rings out, slowing down until a sharp static click cuts the track to dead silence.) [End]
