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[Intro] Yeah, bring it back Dust on the needle, weight in the room [Verse 1] I walk in with the notebook bent at the spine Every margin got a map, every bar got a sign Kick drum knock like a fist on a steel door Snare crack clean, make the whole floor feel more I was raised where the bus brakes hiss at the corner Learned to make a meal from a rhyme and a quarter No borrowed crown, I built mine from the basement Turn a blank page into proof of placement You can hear the old train shaking the glass While I measure every syllable, let the weak ones pass Bassline rolls low, makes the floorboards complain I put pressure on the beat till it remembers my name [Chorus] Keep the weight on it, let the whole block know Hard drums, deep bass, watch the heads all nod No shortcuts, every line got a scar Turn the dust into gold when we raise the bar Keep the weight on it, let the whole block know Sharp words, tight groove, make the whole room rock From the first downbeat to the last encore We came for the craft, now we leave with more [Verse 2] I write with a stopwatch, still bend the time Put a brick in the rhythm, then I climb the line Every vowel hits square, every pause got purpose If the beat is a courtroom, then the truth is the verdict Old coat, fresh page, pen bleeding blue I don't chase what is current, I make something new Layered chords drift like smoke over brick Then the snare cuts through with a surgical flick My crew keeps the code and the code stays plain Earn your place, keep your word, put respect on the name When the hook comes back, everybody gets loud One room, one pulse, one head in the crowd [Chorus] Keep the weight on it, let the whole block know Hard drums, deep bass, watch the heads all nod No shortcuts, every line got a scar Turn the dust into gold when we raise the bar Keep the weight on it, let the whole block know Sharp words, tight groove, make the whole room rock From the first downbeat to the last encore We came for the craft, now we leave with more [Bridge] Let the sample breathe, let the silence speak Then the drums come down like thunder through the week No glitter on the truth, no filter on the frame Just a voice, a groove, and a reason to proclaim [Verse 3] I got a pocket full of cadence, a head full of schemes Turn a hallway conversation into headline dreams The bass hums deep while the melody bends Every verse starts a fire, every chorus ascends I don't need a rented image or a costume parade Just a beat with some muscle and a debt to be paid To the ones who kept writing when nobody clapped Now the whole room leans when the rhythm snaps If they ask where the sound came from, point down below Where the floor shook first and the real ones know We leave fingerprints pressed in the grain of the track When the needle lifts up, you can run it right back [Final Chorus] Keep the weight on it, let the whole block know Hard drums, deep bass, watch the heads all nod No shortcuts, every line got a scar Turn the dust into gold when we raise the bar Keep the weight on it, let the whole block know Sharp words, tight groove, make the whole room rock From the first downbeat to the last encore We came for the craft, now we leave with more [Outro] Keep the weight on it Let it knock Ninety-two on the dial Still standing when the needle stops
