[Intro] (Yeah) Still a dry run Uh, uh Listen [Verse 1] Used to spin in the basements, crate dust in my lungs Cut breaks, crossfades, broke faders for fun Back when you was starstruck, watchin' me in the park I was choppin' up the records, turn tables to art I was layin' down patterns, kick-snare in the trunk Bassline walkin' that melody, talkin' that funk You was front row, noddin', takin' notes on the low Now you swear you invented every style that I wrote [Chorus] Still a dry run, you ain't touch what I done Every groove that you brag on is the one that I spun Still a dry run, actin' like you the one But the blueprint that you follow is the page that I hung Still a dry run, all that smoke in your lungs But the breath in this culture from the day that it sprung Still a dry run, I been under the sun While you hide from the history that I already won [Verse 2] I was first with the mixes, backspins in the night Beat-jugglin' on the concrete, streetlamp for the light You was nervous on the mic, couldn’t handle the stage I was loopin' up the horns, lettin' vinyl engage You forgot how you begged just to jump on my sets Now you crop me out the picture when you talk on the net All that tough-town talk, but your roots in my crate You just garnish on the plate, I been servin' the steak [Chorus] Still a dry run, you ain't touch what I done Every groove that you brag on is the one that I spun Still a dry run, actin' like you the one But the blueprint that you follow is the page that I hung Still a dry run, all that smoke in your lungs But the breath in this culture from the day that it sprung Still a dry run, I been under the sun While you hide from the history that I already won [Verse 3] I was hand on the fader, other hand on the wax Cut drums, cut breaks, cut the noise from the facts I was layin' foundations when you fronted in class Now you act like I was never even part of your past Turntablism in my veins, needle burn on my thumb Beat-making in the kitchen, pots bangin' like drums You dismissin' my name, but you mimic my schemes Every cadence that you claim is a stitch from my seams [Bridge] You don't pay me homage, you don't speak my name But the city know the story, they remember the flame All the nights on the corner, all the tapes that I sold All the cyphers that I opened when the block was cold You can edit your chapters, you can bend your truth But the hiss of these cassettes still be spillin' the proof From the hum of the needle to the crack in the snare I'm the ghost in your verses that you don't wanna share [Chorus] Still a dry run, you ain't touch what I done Every groove that you brag on is the one that I spun Still a dry run, actin' like you the one But the blueprint that you follow is the page that I hung Still a dry run, all that smoke in your lungs But the breath in this culture from the day that it sprung Still a dry run, I been under the sun While you hide from the history that I already won [Outro] Yeah, still a dry run when you step in my lane Every track that you drop got my blood in the veins From the bass to the scratch, to the snare and the hum You can front all you want, you still a dry run
