Hard Lines & Dusty Corners

Yeah… From the curb to the corner, we carve it in stone Turn the needle back—let it talk on its own I write with the weight of a city that’s scarred Bars hit hard like crates in a yard Late nights, streetlights hum in my pen Every line sharp, never dull, never bent I don’t chase trends, I lace truth in the groove Make the crowd lean back soon as I move From the first breath, it’s pressure and poise Whole block quiet when I make that noise Hear the snap when the snare come down That’s the sound of a crown getting passed around Hard lines, dusty corners, let it ride Boom bap knock with the truth inside Hard lines, dusty corners, head nod strong Spin it back once—now the whole room gone I map out moves like chalk on the walk Every step measured when the real ones talk No glitter, just grit in the words I choose Every verse built sturdy, no screws loose They feel it in the neck, feel it in the spine When the kick drum land right after the line I don’t rush greatness, let the groove breathe Let the beat talk back when it agree From the needle to the soul, that’s law If it don’t make heads move, cut it off Hard lines, dusty corners, let it ride Boom bap knock with the truth inside Hard lines, dusty corners, say it loud Turn it up till the floor wake the crowd Still here… Same corner, same sound, still clear