[Intro] Stilt Skin on the boards, flipping tricks, I’m on my grind Tracks stacked high, back with the Rack—the whole world’s mine Rackham and the Stilt, what we built won’t be denied Still reaching for the sky [Verse 1] When the sun drops, creep-light gleams, streets steam Neon turns the night to a fever dream Thin ice—skate, man, skate through the scene Fiend in the booth till the dawn burns green Stiltskin makes the beats for Rank; I write Step to the spot, better step right Bootstrap grit, built from the split “What’s good?” Leave me—let me shoot my gin Juniper blooms when the noon bells chime Once in a blue, I get blue, then rhyme Shot my shot more than once or twice Twice as nice at random hours, twice at two—precise Serrated forks, chainsaws, tunes I Matrix the spoon; bend space in the room “How fast?” Mach 1.02 Time slows down while I age into truth Come see what your eyes can’t hide Peek through the glitter, the gold, the shine Diamond seas with a dangerous tide Surf too rough for the average ride Hustle fast, hassle blocks Fake Chanel on Canal, bought off the lot Started small, then scaled the sale CEO in thirteen spins—ring the bell Haven’t you figured the formula out? Flip one script, rip it, scatter it out Shred it to bits, spark it with two cents Park this bitch, then I’m jumping the fence Hardheaded nuisance, thank you, goodbye Come back after shack—Rack’s still outside Lightweight round, heavyweight attack Team on deck, and I’m off my track Custom inline, boat steady, glide Sip mirages with sands of time Battle rewinds—I arrive Multi-personals cleared; all masks authorized Mask on when I let the gas off Creep for the look, but the mad dog’s raw Rabies shot, tetanus too Rust can’t claim what the Rack runs through Cannons ready, Captain—what you asking? Black flag high—blast, blast ’em Colonial fleet in a flood of mass Look for help; darker days look back Five masks, seventeen ways Change faces mid-conversation Self-preservation, hesitation He grinds his death, filthy with lessons Crossed these seas, lost whole sections Most I meet can’t measure the depth So foes never get the real set Dig me? We’ll see—maybe it’s me [Chorus] When I was nine, I reached for the sky Held on tight, wouldn’t let dreams die Now we light up every night Hands up high, we’re born to fly From the dark to the morning light This whole wide world is mine tonight [Turnaround] [Instrumental: wordless vocal runs and violin replies] [Verse 2 melodic Lo Fi male] Everybody yelling “six-seven!” like they learned to count Ask what comes next—watch the whole room black out Why was six afraid of seven? Seven ate nine I ate sixteen bars and left the plate clean—fine All night we shine, Rackham spitting rhymes Stilt Skin beat commits crimes—every kick gets fined Needle caught us red-handed, prints inside the grooves Every snare says move; every bassline soothes On the boards, flipping samples, giving smooth jazz spine Found a horn under dust, gave it breath and time Worked the flame all shift, still got fire for the wax Clocked out, chopped a break, left fingerprints intact At nine I reached for stars; now I reach across the pads Make a thing we can keep from the time we can’t get back If the world is mine, everybody rides, AYO! Rackham, let her sing then come back in, reaching for the sky! we shinining all night [Break] [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Skipping happily, mushrooms in the way Watch me grow sixty feet before the end of day Instant titan, titan’s coming—flow too cold Choke on smoke, watch the fear unfold Belly of the beast spit me onto the street Now I walk humble, still refuse defeat Never satisfied—I eat the rainbow twice Hungry tummy drums while I sharpen the knife Back running circles; certainty’s thin Made more with less, still found a way in Noose too loose—I slide through, do me Back with hits; life hits harder, sue me… Piff good, cryptic iguana lick in the wip n all that World ugly, still I pull beauty from the cracks Pain and joy trade places every day Why the fuss, young boy? Move out the way These beats feel endless, hollow in the chest No passion, no spark, no soul in the mess Lost my marbles; can’t locate my head Mind in the gutter, heart kept out of bed Quiet by default, but rage makes noise Touch nerves, make the fuckboys void Me, myself, and I—we stand and represent Gift of life, eyes wide in the present DNA off-balance, psychopathic inheritance Schizo tendencies—clear in the appearance Stare in the mirror, dare the world to test it Try to be my boy? Hold your tongue—respect it [Repeat Chorus] When I was nine, I reached for the sky Held on tight, wouldn’t let dreams die Now we light up every night Hands up high, we’re born to fly From the dark to the morning light This whole wide world is mine tonight [Outro] Rhymes stay tight (Trying to touch the sky) Stilt and Rack, crack track, get right When we write We shine all night.
