Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah, check the notebook, ink still wet Built from the basement, no safety net [Verse 1] I keep a pocket full of phrases and a plan in the margin Turn a quiet little room to a full-scale charge in Every bar got a fingerprint, every breath got a purpose I learned to make a meal from the scraps they discarded No borrowed crown, I brought my own measurements Made a lane from the cracks in the pavement You can hear the whole block when the low end knocks And the snare cuts clean like a fresh pair of box tops I don't chase every trend, let it pass like a train Keep the craft in the center, keep the cash out the frame When the pressure gets loud, I get sharper with it Put a spark in the sentence, let the whole room get it [Chorus] Put it up, let the whole room know Still got heart in the drum and soul in the flow One hand on the truth, one hand on the mic If the groove feels right, then the night feels right Put it up, let the whole room know We came too far just to move too slow No smoke, no mask, just a beat and a voice When the hook hits hard, everybody makes noise [Verse 2] I write like the rent due, precise with the wording Flip a setback twice, now the lesson is working Got a head full of maps and a pocket of change Still I walk in the room like I already arranged it Old records in the crate, new ideas in the notes A little dust on the sample, clean cut on the quotes Every line got a hinge, every rhyme got a turn Give the listener a bridge and a reason to learn I never needed shortcuts, only time and a table Keep the vision on strong, keep the edges unstable When the bassline rolls deep, let it carry the doubt Then the snare snaps twice and the whole thing comes out [Chorus] Put it up, let the whole room know Still got heart in the drum and soul in the flow One hand on the truth, one hand on the mic If the groove feels right, then the night feels right Put it up, let the whole room know We came too far just to move too slow No smoke, no mask, just a beat and a voice When the hook hits hard, everybody makes noise [Bridge] Keep your feet on the floor, keep your eyes on the page Let the rhythm find a route through the noise and the rage If they ask where we’re headed, tell them straight to the source With a little more grace and a little more force [Final Chorus] Put it up, let the whole room know Still got heart in the drum and soul in the flow One hand on the truth, one hand on the mic If the groove feels right, then the night feels right Put it up, let the whole room know We came too far just to move too slow No smoke, no mask, just a beat and a voice When the hook hits hard, everybody makes noise [Outro] Ink still wet, but the message stays clear Tight groove, bright snare, bring the whole crew near
