Concrete Jungle Reign

(yeah) Count it off,

breathe once, then move Steel in the stare,

no room to prove

I walk in, clocks quit ticking,

pressure knows my name Cold grin,

sharp wit, every bar a blade If the block starts talking,

better quote me right I turn close calls into folklore overnight

Knock knock, who's there?

Trouble in a tailored coat

Whole room leans back when I clear my throat

Back alley arithmetic, count risk on my fingers

Rain on the awning while the red-blue flicker lingers I learned from

locked doors, bent keys,

bad leases Turned panic into practice,

cut fear into pieces

Internal engine, inferno in a winter coat Sentence after sentence got a

switchblade pivot note Fast lane grammar,

I maneuver through the static Punchline landed so late that it circled

back automatic They brought small talk to a chessboard full of traps

I said less, moved next,

left receipts in the gaps Step light,

talk heavy, every corner keeps score My name rings once and they

reach for the door Breathe in,

lights low, let the ceiling shake One more bar and the whole

block breaks

I walk in, clocks quit ticking,

pressure knows my name Cold grin,

sharp wit, every bar a blade If the block starts talking,

better quote me right I turn close calls into folklore overnight

Knock knock, who's there?

Trouble in a tailored coat Whole room leans back when I clear

my throat

I came from cracked curbs where the plans get revised Where a

handshake feels warm but the palm keeps knives No cape,

just cadence, no luck,

just labor I bend words like corners when the route gets major

Met a loud mouth claiming he was built for the storm Then

the punchline hit, now his forecast looks warm My rhyme scheme triple-locked,

locksmith jealous of the pattern Feet on gravel,

mind on Saturn, pockets full of data I do not chase crowns,

I invoice the throne Every syllable paid interest when it followed me

home Quiet on the stairwell,

everybody hears the math One wrong move turns a shortcut into aftermath

I kept my calm when the pavement got loud Now the fear

in the room wears a face in the crowd

I walk in, clocks quit ticking,

pressure knows my name Cold grin,

sharp wit, every bar a blade If the block starts talking,

better quote me right I turn close calls into folklore overnight Knock

knock, who's there? Trouble in a tailored coat

Whole room leans back when I clear my throat Say it right. (yeah)