[Intro: Memphis rap male MC, low and slow, eerie keyboard loop] Twelve, fourteen, mane Ain't no thirteen on the panel Push it anyway [Verse 1: Memphis rap male MC, chanted flow over a booming 808] Lauderdale towers, twenty floors and one slow car Button panel greasy, every number with a scar Twelve to fourteen, mane, they skipped one when they built it Superstition in the concrete, nobody gon' spill it Halloween, I'm comin' home, it's half past two Push fourteen, the doors shut, the light goes blue Car goes up and stops between, the little screen goes dark Then a thirteen lights up where there never was a mark [Hook: Memphis rap male MC, full 808, hard claps] They skip a floor in the building, but the floor don't skip you Every time you mashed close on somebody runnin', it was countin' too Hold the door for a stranger, mane, that's the only way through Thirteen's packed with people who was in a hurry, how 'bout you? [Verse 2: Memphis rap male MC, darker, claps snapping] Doors open on a hallway with a carpet red as wine Fifty people standin' in it, starin' at a sign Every one of 'em is pressin' on a button on the wall Pressin' close, pressin' close, and it don't close at all There's the suit from nine who never held it for a soul Got his thumb on close so long it wore down to a hole There's the lady from sixteen, watched me run and let it shut Now she's pressin' it forever and it never openin' up [Hook: Memphis rap male MC, full 808, hard claps] They skip a floor in the building, but the floor don't skip you Every time you mashed close on somebody runnin', it was countin' too Hold the door for a stranger, mane, that's the only way through Thirteen's packed with people who was in a hurry, how 'bout you? [Verse 3: Memphis rap male MC, the payoff, low chant] Now the hallway turn around, fifty heads and one long stare And the doors begin to close and I ain't reachin' for it there 'Cause I held it for the deacon with his groceries in his arms Held it for the kid on crutches, held it through the fire alarms Held it for the lady from sixteen the day she let it go I'm the slowest man in Lauderdale and everybody know Finna stand right here and wait, mane, like I always do And the doors stay open wide for me and let a little light through [Bridge: Memphis rap male MC, flat chime, the lift chime rings a half step flat and everything hangs, then the 808 hits] Ding, but it's wrong Half a step under where it belong Fifty thumbs pressin', nobody gone Hold the door, mane, hold it, hold on [Final Hook: Memphis rap male MC, full 808, hard claps] They skip a floor in the building, but the floor don't skip you Every time you mashed close on somebody runnin', it was countin' too Hold the door for a stranger, mane, that's the only way through Thirteen's packed with people who was in a hurry, how 'bout you? [End]
