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Chapitre 12 - La Chute

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[Verse]
Brain spinning, thoughts sharper than a Ginsu
Truth in my pen bleeds deeper than a tattoo
Shadowbox demons, they swing but never land
Steady with the pivot, mic gripped in my hand

Crumpled paper symphony, dreams in the margins
Poverty’s palette, paint pictures of the starving
Ciphers in the alley, words ricochet off brick
Echoes snap back, like a DJ’s slick flick

[Chorus]
Boom-bap heartbeat, it’s the pulse of the block
Every snare’s a snap, every kick’s a shock
Vinyl crackle whispers where the legends still talk
Boom-bap, yeah, echoes never stop

[Verse 2]
Past midnight, pen’s alive, no sleep
Words cut deep, bury secrets I keep
Cassettes rewind, rewind, the struggle and grind
Memories stitched together, the loops intertwine

Bodega lights flicker, neon hum in the air
Broken dreams scattered, streetlights don’t care
Breathe in the bassline, the snare slaps my chest
Hunger for the next bar, the rhyme is my quest

[Bridge]
Time-traveling through bars, ghost of Marley Marl
Spit graffiti on the beat, spray paint the wall
Every loop is a cycle, a story reborn
Boom-bap’s eternal, a phoenix in the storm

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