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Check, check.
One two. Yeah, direct from the asphalt.
No radio edits.
I walk through the cold with my collar up high No fake
love, just the asphalt and the sky These streets don't forgive,
they just watch you fall Write your name in the dust on
a concrete wall So don't talk that shit like you know my
name (hell no) You just a tourist playing in a different game
We don't bow down,
we just stand our ground (uh-huh) With that real motherfucking underground sound
Yeah we keep it heavy,
keep it raw in the dark Leaving our permanent,
undeniable mark
Behind the rusted gates where the shadows bend Every corner is a
test, every face a trend They sell you illusions packaged in a
box While we breaking the chains and the heavy locks Get the
fuck out the way if you can't stand the heat (get back)
We dynamic, poetic, running the street
We don't bow down,
we just stand our ground (uh-huh) With that real motherfucking underground sound
Yeah we keep it heavy,
keep it raw in the dark Leaving our permanent,
undeniable mark
Yeah.
That's how we close the book.
No radio edits.
Just the truth. (peace)