I walk where the chalk lines stain the curbside Block talk heavy, every sentence earned mine Drums knock facts, no fairy tale spin Just the sound of survival tucked under my skin Bars bite hard, got a rusted edge Truth in the booth, never jump the ledge I don’t chase hype, I outlast trends Same code since the days of cracked lens Heart stay cold but the mind stay sharp Every word carved out the dark When the beat drop bare, no disguise It’s real or nothing when the mic go live Heart stay cold but the mind stay sharp Every word carved out the dark When the beat drop bare, no disguise It’s real or nothing when the mic go live Hands up, head nod, feel that clap This that street-bred boom bap No gloss, no cap, just fact on fact Needle drop truth—this boom bap Hands up, head nod, feel that clap This that street-bred boom bap No gloss, no cap, just fact on fact Needle drop truth—this boom bap Funk from the sample Funk from the snare I talk less, let the rhythm explain Pressure make diamonds, not excuses or chains City taught lessons with a knuckle grip You either write your life or you mumble it (incoherent scratching... ) Say it loud—who really rap? Say it twice—bring boom bap back Hands up, head nod, feel that clap This that street-bred boom bap No gloss, no cap, just fact on fact Needle drop truth—this boom bap Still here… Same sound, different day
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