[Verse]

Pen sharp as a guillotine, heads roll, no forgiveness

Words hit the beat like bricks in the trenches

Steady with the tempo, rhythm relentless

Truth spill from the lips, no need for repentance



[Chorus]

Mic check, one-two, symphony in the static

Boom-bap grooves, snapping, automatic

Crates of the classics, dust on the vinyl

Eardrums pop, this moment’s final



[Verse 2]

Back alleys of the mind, where the echoes roam

Cobblestone thoughts pave a path unknown

Blueprints scribbled in the margin of my zone

Heavy with the vibe, every word a milestone



[Bridge]

Kick drum heartbeat, snare crack spine

Bassline creeping, shadows intertwine

The groove's a weapon, cuts deep, divine

Mic in my palm, this world is mine



[Chorus]

Mic check, one-two, symphony in the static

Boom-bap grooves, snapping, automatic

Crates of the classics, dust on the vinyl

Eardrums pop, this moment’s final

Take It Back

Logic