Fresh cap twist, hear the city breathe Palm on the brick, feel the night speak (yo) (uh-huh) Tag on the wind, truth in the ink One bar, one hit—make the whole block blink I write my name where the landlords won’t look Cold stairwell light, but my pen stay shook Facts in my chest like a bassline thump If you front on the set, get brushed like dust I don’t “maybe,” I move—no shine, just grit Tongue like a blade when the snareline split Art in the cuts where the trains go by Late-night color under one weak sky Crew in the corner, hands stained up black We don’t talk big, we just bring it back Every letter got weight, every stroke got nerve I earned my spot, I don’t beg, I swerve Hear that loop? That’s the heart in a cage Still break out clean when I turn that page If it’s real, it lasts—if it’s fake, it dies I paint what I lived, I don’t paint nice lies Hold up—listen when the kick drum knock Whole room hush like the clock got stuck Say less, step right, let the hard part talk ‘Cause the truth hit first when the bassline walk Spray can gospel, loud on the wall Facts on wax, watch the whole spot crawl Hands up high when the snare come down We don’t whisper it—wear it like a crown Spray can gospel, straight, no mask Say it two times, make it stick, make it last (we paint) (no cap) Facts on wax—yeah, facts on wax I’m the type to turn pain into drumhead snap Make a broke night shine with a rough-gem rap Ain’t no handbook where I’m from, just looks And the way your chest talk when the pressure cook I seen big dreams fall in small rooms Still kept hope like a spark in fumes We tag the truth where the cameras don’t roam So the youth see proof they ain’t alone My fit stay plain but my words stay sharp Horn stab slice through the dark like art Not pretty, not sweet, just straight-up talk Bootstep rhythm when I pace that block If they want silence, I give ‘em sound If they want clean, I get gritty now This that “keep your head” with your fist clenched tight This that “still here” when the rent ain’t right Yeah, I said shit—‘cause it is what it is When life play foul, we don’t beg, we win No museum glass on my point of view This for the late shifts pulling double through For the ones with talent and a bent-up back Still smile a bit when the drums clap back One can rattle, one line land Make the whole damn room understand Truth got a taste and it don’t stay sweet But it keep my heart on both feet Say “facts” (facts!) — say “wax” (wax!) Say “paint” (paint!) — say “back” (back!) Spin it—cut it—bring it— —FULL DRUMS— Spray can gospel, loud on the wall! Spray can gospel, loud on the wall Facts on wax, watch the whole spot crawl Hands up high when the snare come down We don’t whisper it—wear it like a crown Spray can gospel, straight, no mask Say it two times, make it stick, make it last Facts on wax—yeah, facts on wax Facts on wax—yeah, facts on wax Night still moving, but my mark stay there If you feel that drum, then you already care Spray can gospel… we said what we meant Facts on wax… and the rent got paid
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