[Verse 1: Unblinking hardcore hip-hop male MC, barked hardcore hip-hop bars, heavy dusty drums] Phone rings twice and it hangs, that's the sign Then a text with a street and a time I pull up in a van that don't say a thing Plain white, no logo, and no plate that'll ring Gloves on, boots wrapped, I don't touch the knob Never left a single print on a single job Living room on Ninth with a lamp knocked sideways Rug rolled tight like it's moving on Fridays I don't ask who, I don't ask how I just name a number and I'm working right now By the morning it smell like lemons and paint Your mama could eat off that floor like a saint Every man in this city got my name in a drawer Every man got a reason he might need me for [Hook: Unblinking hardcore hip-hop male MC, heavy dusty drums, deep sub bass] I don't ask what happened, I just ask where Bring the bleach and the brush, then I'm out of there Not a print on the glass, not a mark on the name Leave it spotless, and my record stay the same [Verse 2: Unblinking hardcore hip-hop male MC, colder hardcore hip-hop bars, deep sub bass] Tuesday, two a.m., and a number I don't know Downtown on the screen, so I let it go Rang again, rang again, so I picked it up slow Voice said Royce, you know where, you know the show Station house on Fourth, bring the van and the cloth Pull around the back where the cameras are off Pulled in the lot and the lot stood still Three men in blue and a sergeant named Bill Sergeant held the door and he wouldn't meet my eyes Said nobody was here, and nobody arrived Did the room till it shined like a showroom floor Got paid in cash and a nod at the door So when you talk about me, keep it soft, keep it low 'Cause the people you would call are the people I know [Hook: Unblinking hardcore hip-hop male MC, heavy dusty drums, deep sub bass] I don't ask what happened, I just ask where Bring the bleach and the brush, then I'm out of there Not a print on the glass, not a mark on the name Leave it spotless, and my record stay the same [Piano Break: Unblinking hardcore hip-hop male MC, piano creeps in, a dark minor piano figure creeps in under the voice and stays] Tell it to the badge, I been in his back room Tell it to the judge, I been through his with a broom Every hand that could hold me got a stain I erased Every man that could book me, I been in his place So keep my number in the drawer where it lives 'Cause the city gonna call me, and the city forgives [Final Hook: Unblinking hardcore hip-hop male MC, piano figure under the drums, raw full voice] I don't ask what happened, I just ask where Bring the bleach and the brush, then I'm out of there Not a print on the glass, not a mark on the name Leave it spotless, and my record stay the same [End]
