Block-Fiend Blueprint

Yeah, check it, check,

one two {scratching vinyl sound,

clean piano loop} Uh,

back to the basics Yeah,

2004 style {horn stab} I wrote my destiny inside a spiral notebook

Before the world cared how the cover page looked Just a kid

in baggy jeans with a pen in hand Mapping out a world

they didn't understand No digital noise,

just the rattle of the train And a walkman spinning classics to

forget the pain We kept it raw,

kept the drumbeat loud Spitting truths for the back of the crowd

This is the realness,

the grit on the pavement (yeah) Built from the ground,

no corporate arrangement (uh-huh) Feel the kick,

let the bassline roll We do it for the spirit and we

do it for the soul {soaring string sample hits}

Now we trade the vinyl for the silver screens But the hunger

stays the same behind the scenes We used to cypher under flickering

streetlamps Testing out the flows on some broken amps Now the stage

is bigger but the heart is still cold Refusing every single story

that is pre-sold So turn the track up,

let the needle hit the groove We make the floor shake and

make the masses move (get up)

This is the realness,

the grit on the pavement

(yeah) Built from the ground,

no corporate arrangement (uh-huh)

Feel the kick, let the bassline roll We do it for the

spirit and we do it for the soul {soaring string sample hits}

{drums drop out, only piano and crackle} Yeah,

just like that

Keeping it classic (shoutout to the block)

One, two, and we out {final record

scratch}