[Intro] "Yo... sit back. Adjust the levels. This ain't for the radio, this is for the basement dwellers. The ones who know the smell of a fresh pressed plate. Let the ink bleed... yeah... check the vision." [Verse 1] The velvet interior... | hiding the iron under the seat... Moving like a shadow... | across the blistering heat... It’s that mahogany flow... | aged in a cellar of dust... The only thing we honor... | is the code of silent trust... I’m reading the air... | sensing the shift in the wind... A masterpiece of struggle... | where the saints and sinners twin... No glitter on the garment... | just the texture of the street... Making the universe vibrate... | with every heavy beat... My mind is a vault... | stacked with unreleased scrolls... While the city outside... | is busy swallowing souls... [Hook - ] "The light within... | it never fades away... In the darkest night... | we find the golden ray..." [Verse 2] Cognac crystals... | reflecting the neon glare... A predatory stillness... | hanging in the midnight air... We don't chase the ghost... | we become the apparition... Executing the plan... | with a surgeon's precision... The pavement is a witness... | to the secrets we keep... While the rest of the world... | is buried in a shallow sleep... I’m a crate-digging prophet... | searching for the lost sound... Lifting the heavy layers... | buried deep underground... It’s that 12-bit religion... | preached through a cracked mic... The kind of raw energy... | that the fakes don't like... [Bridge - ] "Real hip-hop... don't stop..." "Keep it focused. No distractions." [Verse 3 – ] The final chapter... | written in a blood-red ink... Standing on the edge... | but refusing to blink... The geometry of the hustle... | is a circle of fire... Lifting the spirit... | while the body starts to tire... But the legacy is etched... | in the grain of the wood... Doing exactly... | what they said we never could... From the basement to the stars... | it’s a long-distance flight... Guided by the rhythm... | through the thickest of the night... The tapestry is finished... | the colors start to bleed... Planting the wisdom... | like a universal seed... [Hook - ] "The light within... | it never fades away... In the darkest night... | we find the golden ray..." [Outro] "The architecture is solid. Respect the craft. R.A.P. ... forever. Peace God..." "It never fades... never fades..."
