Tracks are burning loud

[Hook] Tracks are burning loud (tracks are burning loud) Crew ride full tempo (yo, crew ride full tempo) Tracks are burning loud (yo, tracks are burning loud) [Verse 1] Sometimes my crew gathers with snacks and soda To the block at dusk Even inside jokes crack open the laughter And our playlist sparks ignition Cause once the beat races forward in thunderous flame Suddenly voices collide in pure chaotic blaze I used to scribble lines in pages stained with soda cans Because late at night our verses stayed replayed by friends again They tell me rhythm spins wild but connects prophetically And that’s why our Suno group chants with raw intensity And I used to channel speed with steady freestyle chemistry Happy in laughter, fast-rhyme-fire-family-symphony But after long weeks, man, we crave release collectively I state it, cause our tempo heat is blatant and the crew agrees See, buddies laughing loud feed my fierce expectancy (Yeah) if I sprint the track, I always expect to hear an echoed scream (Ay) but in constant tradition, vibes will last until the night complete Then I’m pacing feet and fueled to rap with plea Till then we rhyme [Hook] Tracks are burning loud (tracks are burning loud) Crew ride full tempo (yo, crew ride full tempo) Tracks are burning loud (yo, tracks are burning loud) [Verse 2] They say we are natural born rhythm freaks And that’s wild enough Must arrive with our culture tied and father’s legacy I surge forward and spin bars, but I keep juggling Crew, I rap so quick while chewing chip bags crumbling Still I pace fire within, and proceed pushing along As I guide these partners in rhyme, to create beats in our songs But the venue’s brushing us off So I still remind that every track comes with a mark When I hear echoes I chase When it seems nothing is stalled Well I gotta push telling the squad to spark Waiting for the heavy bass to drop Live in the session Sit with the crew and then raise a toast from the couch It’s a whole different cosmos to feel the sound that we caught Yo, if it’s an omen, we flip the groaning Don’t let it force us to flop That’s like fearing the mic since you were a baby Still tense from the stage Don’t predict a fallen close to the tale, when it’s not You gotta build, reframe, despite how jagged the plot [Hook] Tracks are burning loud (tracks are burning loud) Crew ride full tempo (yo, crew ride full tempo) Tracks are burning loud (yo, tracks are burning loud) [Verse 3] Now, after long sprints uphill, we crave the will to climb it So I crafted this page to remind me of the golden lining In a sound this raw, gotta carry a tempo strong And flood ‘em all with fire Yo, I spark ‘em as I rhyme with kindness Nobody craves a bitter figure or a gloomy downer Or a sad bro that keeps throwing a wet blanket around us Keep that steady composition, breathe out Cause rhythm has a method of peeling the paint off of your dream house It’s steady, indeed these tracks seem to be easy to catch But they swiftly flee your brain as you face repeated collapse Now, there’s reasons the faint of will never chant or believe Before they dive, they concede to retreat and agree to recede Now, when fatigue has really caught you by the hands Recall that if you truly didn’t rap you’d proceed Then you wouldn’t have sparked at all So, rhyme regardless of the resonance Cause even on the dusk of the odyssey Everybody’s an optimist [Hook x2] Tracks are burning loud (tracks are burning loud) Crew ride full tempo (yo, crew ride full tempo) Tracks are burning loud (yo, tracks are burning loud) No matter how long it feels There’s always rhythm shining in shared position [Bridge] So, when it storms, just hold tight When it fades, just hold tight When there’s weight, just hold tight When it storms And when it storms, think wide skies When it fades, think wild lights When there’s weight, just laugh, laugh When it storms [Outro] I know it feels midnight is a hustle to keep your spark unshaken This modern tempo is tangled with muffled riddles to challenge you And rivals aiming to stumble you As if you’ve been targeted Bro, how the crew is stating us “tracks are burning loud”? Many of you have reached to notions, assumptions But nothing as fierce or shining That passion becomes fuel that’s comfortable Blazing the drive to chase it Dash from it if you’re locked in a rut or two So, I shaped up lines with rhythm I could share to you (Flow sparks) [Bridge] So, when it storms, just hold tight When it fades, just hold tight When there’s weight, just hold tight When it storms And when it storms, think wide skies When it fades, think wild lights When there’s weight, just laugh, laugh When it storms