No silence — we alive right now, Footsteps echo, feel that sound. Rust in my veins but the rhythm pure, Every scar just proof I endured. Grind in my lungs when the city wake, Talk too cheap, I don’t bend, I make. Dust in my teeth, but the fire still burns, Every back road’s where the tables turn. Keep my soul where the basslines grow, Truth hit hard when the lights run low. Been through smoke, came out gold — Rust don’t fade, it turns to soul. Rust and rhythm — that’s my code, Pulse in the dark, that’s how I’m bold. Beat so loud it can’t be sold, Life gets heavy — I carry the load. (Rust and rhythm — I still swing) (No chain on me — just rust and bling) Same streets hum, but I change pace, Every step leaves a different trace. Dreams ain’t safe, they fight back too, Can’t kill hope when the blood runs true. Hands stay rough, but the touch still real, Pain been the edge that sharpened my steel. No rest, no fear, just tone and grind, Rust and rhythm — I’m still aligned. Every bruise wrote a line I trust, Every beat shook off the dust. If I fall, I rise with flame, Can’t erase the name — it’s carved in grain. Rust and rhythm — that’s my code, Pulse in the dark, that’s how I’m bold. Beat so loud it can’t be sold, Life gets heavy — I carry the load. (Rust and rhythm — I still swing) (No chain on me — just rust and bling) Rust and rhythm — the fight, the climb, Still on beat, still on time. Late night hum through the speaker chain, Rust still shines through sweat and rain. Beat still loud, no pain, no shame, Rust and rhythm — remember the name.
