Bricks and Ballads

Yeah Check the frequency,

we live in the cold

air New York state of

mind, yeah

Static on the wire when the winter winds blow Tracing every shadow

in the city down below Write it in the ledger,

keep the rhythm in the flow Heavy is the crown and the

pressure starts to show

Concrete pavements keep holding my steps

Calculating stakes while they counting my debts But I never lose focus

when the microphone checks (uh-huh)

This is the concrete symphony,

the heavy iron gate

We navigate the grid and we challenge every fate (yeah)

From the dark of the basement to the bright of the stage

Every single line is a turning of the page

We carve out the legacy,

sharpening the pen Turning cold thoughts into gold once again I see

the fake hustle but I focus on the grind Leaving all the

doubt and the jealousy behind Rhyme scheme complicated,

architectural build

Watch the empty canvas finally get filled (whoooo) No artificial polish,

just a pure-cut style Walking through the storm with a confident smile

They want the shine but they don't want the rain

They want the victory but don't want the pain

We build it from the foundation up

This is the concrete symphony,

the heavy iron gate

We navigate the grid and we challenge every fate (yeah) From the

dark of the basement to the bright of the stage

Every single line is a turning of the page

Yeah, keeping it authentic

From the ground up

Just like that (peace)