Ink and Asphalt

Yeah, fresh ink on the skin.

Still wrapped in the plastic.

Fresh wrap on the forearm,

ink still wet Underneath the plastic,

a mark of no regret

Every line is a story,

every drop is pain Turned the struggle to a structure,

wash away the rain Hard consonants on the block,

keep the rhythm tight We don't talk about the shadow,

we just make it bright

(Yeah) Underneath the plastic,

we wear the pride Nothing left to hide,

we took the long ride

Smooth on the bounce,

heavy on the beat From the concrete dust to the sunny street

Two hours in the chair,

needle on the bone Now I'm driving through the city,

sitting on my throne

It's a badge of the battle,

printed on the sleeve For the ones who had to fall just

to make 'em believe Smooth G-funk bounce in the high-fidelity

No compromise, just pure street reality (Yeah)

Underneath the plastic, we wear the pride Nothing left to hide,

we took the long ride

Smooth on the bounce,

heavy on the beat From the concrete dust to the sunny street

Still wrapped up...

Let it heal, let it dry.