
Dock Light
[Verse 1: Troweling grit-hip male MC, troweling, sharp] Loading dock at midnight with a work light on the fade Three songs left before the dark gets paid I had two batteries sweating in my coat She had one flashlight flashing like a private vote Crew was thinning out toward the lot We kept trading bars across the pallet spot I lined my cells up like a little throne She laughed and said the last beam is her own [Hook: Troweling grit-hip male MC, loud, troweling] Last beam buys the verse that keeps them here Not mine, not hers, the one the dock can hear Silver in the tube and let the chorus do the rest Party lives as long as that light is blessed [Verse 2: Troweling grit-hip female MC, trading bars, troweling answer] Boy you talk a lot for somebody broke on charge I been watching how you measure every barge Your two cells bought ego, mine buys the floor I light your face so they ask you for more Not a gift, a tactic, watch the dock reboot Your voice comes back louder when my beam shoots I do not need the credit, I need the night alive Keep rapping, I will keep the darkness in the drive [Hook: Troweling grit-hip male MC, loud, troweling] Last beam buys the verse that keeps them here Not mine, not hers, the one the dock can hear Silver in the tube and let the chorus do the rest Party lives as long as that light is blessed [Verse 3: Troweling grit-hip male MC, beam fade, troweling] She tips the light, I catch the beam fade slow Chain-rattle tick keeps time as the glow goes low My own hook finishes from a mouth that knows the shape Dock turns back around like it never planned escape She nods once, already walking toward the ramp I finish the verse she purchased with a lamp Trading bars with somebody who spends on purpose Last beam was a weapon and a circus [Bridge: Troweling grit-hip female MC, trading bars, troweling, loud] My light, his hook, their feet on the plate I buy the night then I walk to the gate [Bridge 2: Troweling grit-hip male MC and female MC, trading, loud, troweling] Him: My name on the crate Her: My beam in his eyes Him: Your move kept them dancing Her: That was the prize [Hook: Troweling grit-hip male MC, loud, troweling] Last beam buys the verse that keeps them here Not mine, not hers, the one the dock can hear Silver in the tube and let the chorus do the rest Party lives as long as that light is blessed [Outro: Troweling grit-hip male MC, smiling sharp, chain-rattle tick rings out and fades] Beam fade, still spinning Tell the dock we keep winning [End]

