[Verse 1: Bullhorn hard-house male MC, hard-house shouted bars, pounding kick] Six a.m., forty up, and the wind got teeth Hard hat, harness, and the whole town beneath Two years climbing, column, girder, deck Every bolt in the frame got my sweat on the check Rita on the radio, voice like a gate Every lift that she call, we don't make her wait Today the last one, white paint still wet Every name on the crew signed on it, all set Little pine tree tied to the top of the beam Flag on the end like a kid with a dream Crowd on the sidewalk with their phones in the air Forty floors up and we already there [Hook: female signal calls and Bullhorn hard-house male MC answers, call-and-response, pounding kick] Swing it high! Swing it high! Hold it there! Holding there! Bring it down to the bolt, bring it down, set it square Last beam, forty up, and our names in the air [Verse 2: Bullhorn hard-house male MC, faster hard-house bars, hard claps] Crane take the weight and the cable go tight Beam start climbing like it's late for a flight Thirty, thirty-five, and the wind start to lean Rita say easy and she keeping it clean Two of us waiting on the edge with the pins Same two hands that been here since it begins Lock it, drift it, two inches more Pins in the holes and the bolts in the core They gonna put a bank name on it in gold someday Suits walking in and they never think of the way But inside every wall where the drywall go There's a beam with our names that nobody know [Hook: female signal calls and Bullhorn hard-house male MC answers, call-and-response, pounding kick] Swing it high! Swing it high! Hold it there! Holding there! Bring it down to the bolt, bring it down, set it square Last beam, forty up, and our names in the air [Build: Bullhorn hard-house male MC with female signal calls, beam sets, the kick holds back two bars while the beam swings, then one huge kick and clap hit on set] Easy, easy, down a hair, down a hair Every man on the deck got his heart in the air Little more, little more, Rita counting the inch Two hands on the flange and we don't even flinch Set! And the whole crew hollering out Forty floors of steel and we never had a doubt [Final Hook: female signal calls and Bullhorn hard-house male MC answers, rolling bass doubled, raw full voice] Swing it high! Swing it high! Hold it there! Holding there! Bring it down to the bolt, bring it down, set it square Last beam, forty up, and our names in the air [End]
