Lyrics
[Intro] Kick dust off the curb, let the whole block know Ninety-eight in the chest, watch the pressure grow [Verse 1] I came through with a notebook bent at the corners Blue ink, cold coffee, still sharper than warrants Every bar got a backbone, every pause got purpose Turn a small-room murmur to a crowd that surfaces No borrowed shine, I built mine from the basement With a cracked little speaker and a rent-day statement Now the cadence cuts clean, but the grain stays gritty I can make one plain phrase put a pulse in the city You talk big, but the proof never leaves your mouth I put work in the lines, let the truth walk out Piano in the pocket, bass low like thunder Snare snaps twice, make the whole floor wonder No shortcut route, just a long road plotted Every loss got logged, every lesson banked When the hook comes in, let the doubts fall back I’m not chasing a crown—I’m defining the track [Hook] Bring it back, bring it back, let the rhythm ride Hands up, heads nod, keep the room alive From the first hard step to the last refrain We put weight in the word and we break that chain Bring it back, bring it back, let the rhythm ride No smoke, no mask, nothing left to hide If you came for the truth, then you came to the place Say it loud with the crew, put the fire in the phrase [Verse 2] I learned timing from trains when the night ran late Learned patience from a locked door and a paper plate Learned aim from a dartboard missing half of its face Still I hit every beat like I’m claiming my space Got a pocket full of phrases, a head full of angles Untie tight knots while they trip over tangles My syllables stack like crates in a storeroom Then the snare cuts through and the whole thing performs This is craft, not a costume, not a pose for a camera Warm bass underfoot, heavy words in the grammar I can turn one setback to a map with a route Put the doubt on mute, let the backbone speak out Every verse got motion, every chorus got lift Every breath lands close, every consonant hits If the world wants a number, I’ll give it a name If the world wants a spark, I’ll give it a flame Keep the piano understated, let the drums hold court Let the hook be the door, let the verses report When the final bar lands, you’ll remember the sound Of a pen standing tall when the walls closed around [Hook] Bring it back, bring it back, let the rhythm ride Hands up, heads nod, keep the room alive From the first hard step to the last refrain We put weight in the word and we break that chain Bring it back, bring it back, let the rhythm ride No smoke, no mask, nothing left to hide If you came for the truth, then you came to the place Say it loud with the crew, put the fire in the phrase [Bridge] One for the ones who kept showing up Two for the nights when the road got rough Three for the voice that refused to fold Four for the story still being told [Verse 3] Now the room gets quiet when the kick drops heavy I don’t need a grand entrance, the message stays ready Every line has a hinge, every image has tension Every hook circles back with a sharper intention From the notebook margin to the finished master Made the rough edges work, made the slow days faster There’s a code in the craft: keep the heart in the center Let the beat make space, then attack like a mentor I’ve been down, came up, stayed true to the frame Never traded my voice for a temporary name If you feel that push, let it travel through the crowd If you know that work, then you know why we’re loud Piano leaves a question, bass answers below Snare marks the moment, then we’re ready to go One more turn of the phrase, one more strike of the match When they ask where it started, tell them right where we’re at [Final Hook] Bring it back, bring it back, let the rhythm ride Hands up, heads nod, keep the room alive From the first hard step to the last refrain We put weight in the word and we break that chain Bring it back, bring it back, let the rhythm ride No smoke, no mask, nothing left to hide If you came for the truth, then you came to the place Say it loud with the crew, put the fire in the phrase [Outro] Ninety-eight in the chest, let the last note ring Words got weight when you mean what you bring
