
Rack Trade
[Verse 1: Drawfiling slate-lung male MC, drawfiling, sharp] Late newsstand at midnight with the fluorescents on the fade Three songs left before the dark gets paid I had two comics sweating in my coat She had one issue flashing like a private vote Crew was thinning out toward the lot We kept trading bars across the curb spot I lined my issues up like a little throne She laughed and said the last rack is her own [Hook: Drawfiling slate-lung male MC, loud, drawfiling] Last rack buys the verse that keeps them here Not mine, not hers, the one the curb can hear Ink on the cover and let the chorus do the rest Party lives as long as that trade is blessed [Verse 2: Drawfiling slate-lung female MC, trading bars, drawfiling answer] Boy you talk a lot for somebody broke on fare I been watching how you measure every spare Your two issues bought ego, mine buys the floor I rack your palm so they ask you for more Not a gift, a tactic, watch the curb reboot Your voice comes back louder when my trade shoots I do not need the credit, I need the night alive Keep rapping, I will keep the darkness in the drive [Hook: Drawfiling slate-lung male MC, loud, drawfiling] Last rack buys the verse that keeps them here Not mine, not hers, the one the curb can hear Ink on the cover and let the chorus do the rest Party lives as long as that trade is blessed [Verse 3: Drawfiling slate-lung male MC, rack flutter, drawfiling] She tips the trade, I catch the rack flutter slow Rack tick keeps time as the glow goes low My own hook finishes from a mouth that knows the shape Curb turns back around like it never planned escape She nods once, already walking toward the bay I finish the verse she purchased with a stay Trading bars with somebody who spends on purpose Last rack was a weapon and a circus [Bridge: Drawfiling slate-lung female MC, trading bars, drawfiling, loud] My issue, his hook, their feet on the tile I buy the night then I walk the aisle [Bridge 2: Drawfiling slate-lung male MC and female MC, trading, loud, drawfiling] Him: My name on the bay Her: My rack in his hand Him: Your move kept them dancing Her: That was the plan [Hook: Drawfiling slate-lung male MC, loud, drawfiling] Last rack buys the verse that keeps them here Not mine, not hers, the one the curb can hear Ink on the cover and let the chorus do the rest Party lives as long as that trade is blessed [Outro: Drawfiling slate-lung male MC, smiling sharp, rack flutter tick rings out and fades] Rack flutter, still spinning Tell the stand we keep winning [End]

