[Intro] Static on the vinyl… No mercy in the loop. [Verse 1] Hallways cold, breath fog, eyes stay low City raised me feral, never taught me hope Timbs on concrete, crunchin’ broken glass Learned quick life fast when the past don’t last Sirens sync tempo, heartbeat adapt Every night gamble, no safety net I wrote bars with the lights cut dead Tryna talk to God through a pen instead [Verse 2] Funerals frequent, suits don’t fit right Mothers cry quiet so the kids don’t fright Trust thin as the ice on the block in Dec’ One bad step turn tomorrow to debt Kick drum knock like the door from hell Snare snap sharp like the truth we tell Three guitars scream tension raw Past haunt, present bite, future stall [Verse 3] Rapid fire syllables, minimal breath Internal collisions, mechanical stress Kick-snare mapped to my pulse and veins Sentence fragments scatter like shattered trains Tongue twist pistons, diction precise Rhyme stacks fold over dice on dice No pause, no hook, no time to pray Thoughts dump clips till the beat decay City in my chest, chest in attack Every bar crack ribs in the track Syntax serrated, cadence insane New York hunger coded in my brain [Bridge] Silence drop… Then the drums reload. [Verse 4] I don’t glorify scars, I inventory wounds Every verse timestamped under flickerin’ moons Boom bap discipline taught me control How to stay sharp when the pressure explode No glamour shots, no filter shine Just cold hard truth in a 16-line Underground laws, unspoken code You earn your breath, then you overload [Verse 5] Breathless barrage, no commas, no breaks Syllables ricochet off concrete fate Internal schemes overlap, collapse, reform Tongue move fast like the eye of a storm Kick-snare gridlock, locked in place I bend tempo without losin’ face Bars dump heavy, density high Till the beat feel scared to let me ride No slowdown, no relief valve Just raw thought dumps straight from the valve New York syntax, hostile terrain Rap survival, not entertain [Outro] When the drums stop hittin’… The city don’t. Still cold. Still hungry. Still here.
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