[Intro] (Spoken with a low, gravelly rasp over a slow-burning sub-bass and distant vinyl crackle) The family grows one more strong... I got a place for you in my house. Don't be scared to touch the glass—I expect the fingerprints, and the coffee stain on the table. Oh, the booth? Man, yeah, that’s a thing in the other room where I made this track. Don't you worry now, I got you. [Verse 1] Just stand up with me and brush the dirt from your shoulders, Wipe the rust out the way as the temperature smolders. Let’s oxidize this place with lyrical formations, Even elites couldn't break down the equations. Roy, you gonna play with me in the sandbox, Tracing the fault lines and checking the padlocks. Shhh... don't let it slip to the people who kneel, The entire foundation is made of carbon steel. A little give never hurt when the pressure gets real, But caution always helps when you're sealing the deal. [Pre-Chorus] (Industrial bell tolls once, cutting through the rising synth pad) You are among the few I'll ever work with, Roy... [Hook] (Massive drop, heavy 808s, grinding distorted bass and driving boom-bap drums) JUST LET'S MAKE SOME NOISE AND GET THE GEARS MOVING! I GOT A PLAN AND A TEAM WE'RE PROVING! I'm a clown, but I got a plan, Stan, And you're the man whose name is on the roster as a team player, man! Now let's see what we can build from the rust and the grind— Only want people of like mind, Standing shoulder to shoulder, leaving nothing behind! [Outro] (Fading out with a slow, heavy heartbeat sub and a sharp metal click) Welcome to the house, brother. Now let's go build an empire.
