[Verse 1: crisp East Coast boom-bap MC male, clean and precise in the pocket] Three a.m., the phone is buzzin', I'm the only one awake Twenty years of openin' doors for every fool who made a mistake Tension wrench in my right, and the pick set in my left I can feel a pin set like a click inside my chest Dude on the phone sounds smooth, says he's locked out of his spot Green door up on Ashby, he'll pay double, cash, a lot Camel coat, clean shoes, he's tippin' forty 'fore I start Says, "My wife is gonna kill me," with his hand across his heart Thirty seconds on the deadbolt, twenty more on the knob Door swings in, he says, "You're a genius," like he's handin' me a job [Hook: crisp East Coast boom-bap MC male, the drums knockin'] Tumblers, tumblers, I can hear 'em fall One by one inside the lock, I feel 'em all Every lock has got its tumblers, every man has got a fall And I'm the one that's standin' there to catch it when they call [Verse 2: crisp East Coast boom-bap MC male, slower, noticin' things] Then I'm packin' up my picks, and there's a dog behind the couch Growlin' at the man in the coat like he's a stranger in the house Pictures on the mantel of a bald man and his wife And the face in every frame ain't the face that tipped me twice He's feelin' for the light switch on the wrong side of the hall Says, "Wait out on the stoop, my man, the cash is in the wall" Then I hear a dresser drawer, I hear a jewelry box lid And I'm standin' on the stoop, doin' math on what I did Twenty years of openin' doors, and I never asked a name Tonight I let a man inside who's never been in any frame [Verse 3: crisp East Coast boom-bap MC male, colder, until the hook cuts the verse off] See, that green door's got a double-cylinder deadbolt in the frame Takes a key to get inside it, takes a key to leave the same So I slide the old core out while he's loadin' up the rings Set a new one from the van, and I'm the only one with keys Lock it from the stoop, I hear five pins, and then a sixth Hear him hit the door inside, the knob, the bolt, the kicks Calls me through the mail slot, "Open up, I'll make it right" I said, "Twenty years I open doors, tonight I lock one tight" Sirens comin' up the block, the dog is barkin' at the glass So I lean down to the mail slot, and I tell him, "Hear that? That's the" [Hook: crisp East Coast boom-bap MC male, crashing in a bar early] Tumblers, tumblers, I can hear 'em fall One by one inside the lock, I feel 'em all Every lock has got its tumblers, every man has got a fall And I'm the one that's standin' there to catch it when they call [Outro: crisp East Coast boom-bap MC male, over the upright bass] Every man has got a fall, every lock has got a sound Tonight he got 'em both, and I'm the one that locked him down [End]
