[Verse 1: Knifing razor-hip male MC, knifing, sharp] Jukebox in the corner with a dying amber light Three songs left before it eats the night I had two quarters sweating in my jeans She had one flashing like a private means Crowd was thinning out toward the door We kept trading bars across the sticky floor I lined my coins up like a little throne She laughed and said the last one is her own [Hook: Knifing razor-hip male MC, loud, knifing] Last quarter buys the song that keeps them here Not mine, not hers, the one the room can hear Silver in the slot and let the chorus do the rest Party lives as long as that machine is blessed [Verse 2: Knifing razor-hip female MC, trading bars, knifing answer] Boy you talk a lot for somebody broke on change I been watching how you measure every range Your two coins bought ego, mine buys the floor I pick your track so they ask you for more Not a gift, a tactic, watch the room reboot Your voice comes back louder when my quarter shoots I do not need the credit, I need the night alive Keep rapping, I will keep the jukebox in the drive [Hook: Knifing razor-hip male MC, loud, knifing] Last quarter buys the song that keeps them here Not mine, not hers, the one the room can hear Silver in the slot and let the chorus do the rest Party lives as long as that machine is blessed [Verse 3: Knifing razor-hip male MC, quarter clink, knifing] She slides the coin, I hear the quarter clink Machine wakes hungry with a metal blink My own hook spills out of the dusty grate Room turns back around like it never left late She nods once, already walking toward the bar I finish the verse she purchased from afar Trading bars with somebody who spends on purpose Last quarter was a weapon and a circus [Bridge: Knifing razor-hip female MC, trading bars, knifing, loud] My coin, his hook, their feet on the floor I buy the night then I walk to the door [Bridge 2: Knifing razor-hip male MC and female MC, trading, loud, knifing] Him: My name on the glass Her: My coin in the slot Him: Your move kept them dancing Her: That was the plot [Hook: Knifing razor-hip male MC, loud, knifing] Last quarter buys the song that keeps them here Not mine, not hers, the one the room can hear Silver in the slot and let the chorus do the rest Party lives as long as that machine is blessed [Outro: Knifing razor-hip male MC, smiling sharp, jukebox whir rings out and fades] Quarter clink, still spinning Tell her the room says thanks [End]