[Hook] Boom / silence / echo in the street Hands up / drop down / blood on the beat Ride / ride / ride till the wheels don’t turn Bang on the block, let the record burn [Verse 1] Hundred nights on the curb, hunger knifed into words my nerve learned to earn from the dirt and the hurt Scars script sermons in skin / inked verses that burn no mentor, just winter, cold wisdom I earned Click-clack cadence, I’m chiseling rhythm in rime sickle and spine when I’m whittling syllables fine Cracks in the pavement / secrets sizzle and seep I’m silvering lungs till they glisten and gleam Bam-bam / barcraft, snap back, backdraft matchstrike, ashflight, smoke curl, black laugh Stutter, then lung puncture thunder / expand I collapse then spring, boomerang in my hand Blueprint / bloodprint / boot-grit under the sole I bulldoze the booth till truth tunnels a hole Street-saint with a blade where the rosary hangs I fold time in the fold of the hook when it bangs [Hook] Boom / silence / echo in the street Hands up / drop down / blood on the beat Ride / ride / ride till the wheels don’t turn Bang on the block, let the record burn [Verse 2] Barrio nights, humo gris in the veins vida asesina, sangre stains Tongue flip quick, gasolina ignite burn in my chest, tequila at night Pa-pa-pa, corazón in the snare hands reach high when the bullets cut air Echo en la calle, sirens don’t sing life in the valley where the shadows cling Mask on mi cara, ojos rojos shine step in the room and the pressure is mine Words cut deep like machete divine flow bend sick, terremoto in line Floor cracked heavy but the rhythm won’t break sangre in the bass, bombo awake Blood on the beat / la ciudad es el drama fire in my rhyme, la sangre mi llama [Hook] Boom / silence / echo in the street Hands up / drop down / blood on the beat Ride / ride / ride till the wheels don’t turn Bang on the block, let the record burn [Verse 3] Crash-land patterns, I’m fracturing atoms in stanzas jagged grammar / hammer dances, shattering cameras Riddle the rhythm with missiles of sibilant hiss syllables ripple, I triple the twist of the wrist Clatter and clack / clockwork, coppery sparks I’m chopping the bars into operas of dark Pivot the tempo, then flip it, I’m splitting the hinge liquid linguistics, I’m stitching a glint to the grin Back-alley echoes map alleys and ends I tally the static, recalibrate lens Glass gasps, snap / skylines fracture and tilt I’m lapping the lapses, adapting the guilt Snapback slap on the snare / feral and raw ferret the faultlines, ferocious with jaw City is metronome / lights go missing I make night listen / ignite with precision [Hook – outro] Boom Hush Glass gets cracked One last puff Time folds back © 2025 - skvadMC
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