[Intro] [Spoken, low, vinyl crackle] [Vocal 1] [2pac style] Nine notes. One phone. No band. Press record. [Verse 1] [Vocal 1] Nine notes on a screen, thumb tapping in the dark, no band in the building, no budget, just a spark. Played it by hand so the timing's got scars, screen record the sound like a ghost off the bars. Too short, said the app, six seconds or bust, so I looped it three times and I let the wood rust. Nyckelharpa crying like a ghost in the wall, upright thumping low while the rimshots call. Dust on the needle, tape heat in the mix, ninety-four on the clock and the pocket don't quit. Hundreds of tracks and I'm still on the grind, each one a lantern for the lost to find. [Chorus] [Vocal 1] Light the lantern, walk it slow, [Vocal 2] [Ice Cube Style] Walk it slow. [Vocal 1] Nine notes deep and the whole block know, [Vocal 2] Whole block know. [Vocal 1] Dust on the drums and the strings gone cold, [Vocal 2] Strings gone cold. [Vocal 1] Built it from nothing, now watch it roll, [Vocal 2] Watch it roll. [Verse 2] [Vocal 1] Credits burn quick, ten a pull, two to a spin, silence in the render, hiss where the soul should begin. Flip to Custom, told it straight, slow it, make it bleed, one voice on the hook and only what I need. No crowd in the back, no choir on the chain, clean lead, hard drums, let the dust fall like rain. Tempo stuck old, wouldn't move off the floor, so I tore it down clean and I built a new door. Broke in the pocket but rich in the take, every dud on the shelf is a lesson I make. No label, no handshake, no friend at the gate, just a phone and a loop and a will to create. [Chorus] [Vocal 1] Light the lantern, walk it slow, [Vocal 2] Walk it slow. [Vocal 1] Nine notes deep and the whole block know, [Vocal 2] Whole block know. [Vocal 1] Dust on the drums and the strings gone cold, [Vocal 2] Strings gone cold. [Vocal 1] Built it from nothing, now watch it roll, [Vocal 2] Watch it roll. [Bridge] [Voice Change] [New Voice] [Vocal 1] (slower, low) Streetlight's a lantern if you walk it right, every note I tapped was a step through the night. They said it's just a phone, it's just a toy, but a hand on the glass can build a whole noise. Leave it public, let the remixers come, whoever's got a verse, bring the drums. I don't need the throne, I need the road, nine notes home and the story's told. [Chorus] [Vocal 1] Light the lantern, walk it slow, [Vocal 2] Walk it slow. [Vocal 1] Nine notes deep and the whole block know, [Vocal 2] Whole block know. [Vocal 1] Dust on the drums and the strings gone cold, [Vocal 2] Strings gone cold. [Vocal 1] Built it from nothing, now watch it roll, [Vocal 2] Watch it roll. [Outro] [Spoken, low] [Vocal 1] Nine notes. One phone. Light it. Walk it. [Nyckelharpa fades out]
