[Intro] Yeah, check the corner where the records spin Dust on the sleeve, let the night begin [Verse 1] I step in with a notebook folded in my coat Four bars in the margin, every sentence stays afloat Kick hits heavy, make the old floor shake Snare cracks sharp like a promise you make I learned from the block, from the bus-stop debates From the auntie selling plates by the fire escape No silver spoon, just a spoonful of nerve And a rhyme for every curve that the hard days serve [Chorus] Put the needle down, let the whole room know We came with the drums and a practiced flow Hands in the air when the record cuts back Midnight boom-bap riding on a hard track [Verse 2] My man brings the crate with the corners all bent Every sample got a story, every break got intent We don't chase a trend, we build from the grain Turn a bus ride home into a windowpane Seen hope in a lunch line, pride in a worn shoe A kid with a sketchbook making something brand new So I write for the ones keeping bills in a tin Still finding one clean reason to grin [Chorus] Put the needle down, let the whole room know We came with the drums and a practiced flow Hands in the air when the record cuts back Midnight boom-bap riding on a hard track [Bridge] Cut it up, bring it back, let the rhythm breathe One hand on the fader, one hand up the sleeve No polish on the truth, no mask on the facts Just a pocket full of verses and a room full of snaps [Verse 3] Now the bassline walks while the hi-hats chatter Every word lands clean, every pause gets fatter If the road gets steep, I adjust my stride Keep the crew close and the doubt outside This is for the late shift, tired but awake For the dreamers who refuse to let the daylight take What they built in the dark with a pen and a plan One beat, one breath, one voice, one hand [Outro] Needle lifts slow, but the message stays Drums in the chest for the rest of the days
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