[Verse 1: Backpack-rap male MC, hard punchy drums, bold piano chords, clear backpack-rap flow] I point at the menu 'cause the word gets stuck Let the next one order so I don't hold 'em up Roll call in the fourth grade, I would raise my hand Before the teacher hit the letter, so I never had to stand Phone rings, let it ring, I'll text you in a while Every hello in my mouth like a key that won't dial But my uncle had a tape deck in a Buick with a dent And he'd play that true school while the summer got spent And I'd rap every word, every bar, every line Not a catch, not a snag, every syllable fine Same tongue, same teeth, same kid in the seat Only thing that ever changed was the kick and the beat [Hook: Backpack-rap male MC, full drums, piano chords ringing] Put the beat on and I'm fluent Every word I couldn't say, now I'm doin' it Put the beat on and I'm fluent Kick and snare like a bridge and I'm walkin' through it [Verse 2: Backpack-rap male MC, drums harder, deep bass, steady backpack-rap flow] Ten A.M., the interview, a tie I borrowed twice Manager with a folder says, tell me 'bout your life And it locked, like a door with the deadbolt thrown Watched her watch the clock while I fought my own So I asked, can I play somethin'? She said, sure, I guess Set my phone on the table on a beat I knew best And I gave her eight bars on the job I could do Where I been, what I'm worth, why I'm right for the crew I could see her pen stop, I could see her lean She said start on Monday, kid, the cleanest sixteen Walked out in the street and I said thank you to the bus To the driver, to the lady, to the light, to all of us [Hook: Backpack-rap male MC, full drums, piano chords ringing] Put the beat on and I'm fluent Every word I couldn't say, now I'm doin' it Put the beat on and I'm fluent Kick and snare like a bridge and I'm walkin' through it [Verse 3: Backpack-rap male MC, no-net verse, the band cuts dead, clean and steady over nothing] Now listen close, there's nothin' under me No kick, no snare, not a single piano key And I ain't trippin', not a word in the way I'm sayin' every single thing I came here to say 'Cause the beat was never livin' in the speaker or the phone It was ridin' in my chest since that Buick brought me home It was in the kid who counted bars in the back of the class Now it carries every word, so the band can come back [Final Hook: Backpack-rap male MC, the band slams back in full, piano chords huge] Put the beat on and I'm fluent Every word I couldn't say, now I'm doin' it Put the beat on and I'm fluent Kick and snare like a bridge and I'm walkin' through it [End]
