Cold air, black coat, footsteps under stone No drums in the sky but the whole block knows Flute from the trees, bells from the tower I came with a stare that can silence power Mark on the wall, every line got meaning Eyes stay low but the mind stay reading They sell bright screens, keep the truth concealed I cut through the talk with a blade-sharp field Foot on the curb, hear the hand drums knock Bongos run quick while I circle the block Deep in the chest when the low notes slide No room for fear when the cold walks wide They want soft words, I bring hard facts One wrong move and the whole mask cracks Old signs buried under fresh paint I speak plain English, no ghost, no saint Black code, cold road, eyes on the gate No sleep, no trust, every step calculated Low tone, stone face, pressure in the bass I don't chase noise, I make silence take shape Black code, dark smoke, bells in the rain Fast hands, sharp drums, blood in the frame If they build a maze, I remember the way I walk through the night like I own the day Deep voice, clear speech, every word lands Dust on the book and the map in my hands Flute call fades where the tall grass bends I see fake smiles turn to temporary friends No singing here, just a clipped attack Short breath, quick flow, then I double right back 808 bends like steel in a fire Skin drums push while the strings climb higher They count time, I count every tell Hear one bell ring from the edge of the cell Cold little grin when the pressure gets raised I was built in the dark, I was trained in the maze Stand still, listen close, hear the earth below Ancient hands move where the new signs grow No crown, no chain, no borrowed name I bring my own fire, I leave my own stain Black code, cold road, eyes on the gate No sleep, no trust, every step calculated Low tone, stone face, pressure in the bass I don't chase noise, I make silence take shape Black code, dark smoke, bells in the rain Fast hands, sharp drums, blood in the frame If they build a maze, I remember the way I walk through the night like I own the day Flute in the distance, last bell falls Deep under the pavement, the old drum calls No bright ending, no peace to display Just cold breath fading at the edge of day
