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Yeah, listen up, I'm back again, spittin' these bars like a medicine. Don't care if you're offended, that's the way it's intended. Got these rappers in my pocket, they ain't worth mentioning. Slim Shady's still crazy, ain't no pretending.

Yeah, streets keep calling like demons in my mind, my soul keep crawling through time like time ain't mine. See my brothers rise and fall, while I'm caught between the walls, consciousness bleeding through it all.

They try to put the vision in a box, but I'm designing the universe. It’s more than music; it’s a living sculpture, a canvas of soul and static. You look at me and see a ghost in the machinery, but I’m just painting the future.

Check the fit, check the flow, yeah I'm back for more. One, two, buckle my shoe, then I take your girl to the shore. I'm big time, big flex, double down on the check. L-M-N-O-P, you can't even see me. It's too easy, baby, stay rich.

Every day I wake up hustlin', streets ain't giving nothing free. Police lights flash behind me, brothers dying next to me. System trying to break us down, but they can't stop my flow. Gotta keep moving forward though the struggle hits me low.

Yeah check it now, Brooklyn style killer flow make em know, stack paper like a banker though, living large while these cats stay small, top floor penthouse making power moves y'all, straight from the streets where the real ones dwell, got the game locked down can't you tell.

Yeah, I'm speaking truth through the static, systematic habits got us trapped in the attic. It's mathematical, black magic, survival tactics. They ask what I'm doing, I'm just keeping it real, somebody gotta reveal what these streets really feel.

I’m just trying to capture a specific feeling, like a color you can’t really name. I wanted the synths to sound all fuzzy and nostalgic, like an old cassette tape left in the sun. It’s about taking those weird chords and making them feel like home, honestly.