Mic Check

(Record scratch) Yo, check the mic, one two… (Verse 1) From the 505, where the sunsets bleed red Left for dead, words unsaid, anger in my head They thought they could bury me, leave me in the dust But the lyrical soul awakens, fueled by bitter rust Albuquerque nights, whisperin' my plight Every beat a heartbeat, building up the fight They laughed in my face, pushed me to the floor Now the DJ spins vengeance, knocking at their doorq (Chorus) This ain't no love song, this the sound ofn payback's call Lyrical soul unleashed, watch 'em stumble and in this 505 state of mind, ain't no turnin' the cheek Revenge on the turntables, the justice that I seek Hear the bass drum thumpin', like the anger in my chest DJ droppin' truth bombs, puttin' 'em to the test Albuquerque's witness, to the fury I contain They planted the seeds, now they're reapin' the pain (Verse 2) Remember the whispers, the shade they would throw? Now my voice is thunder, watch their confidence go Underneath the neon glow of Central's harsh light I'm craftin' the soundtrack to their darkest night Each sample a memory, a cut, a deep wound The rhythm a heartbeat, poundin' on their tomb They thought they were clever, thought they got away clean But the DJ remembers every single scene (Chorus) This ain't no love song, this the sound of payback's call Lyrical soul unleashed, watch 'em stumble and fall 505 state of mind, ain't no turnin' the cheek Revenge on the turntables, the justice that I seek Hear the bass drum thumpin', like the anger in my chest DJ droppin' truth bombs, puttin' 'em to the test Albuquerque's witness, to the fury I contain They planted the seeds, now they're reapin' the pain (Bridge) Spin the vinyl backwards, hear the lies they told Now the truth's on wax, a story to unfold Every scratch a reminder, every fade a goodbye To the life they ruined, beneath this desert sky They underestimated the power of the beat The lyrical fire burnin' in these AlbuquerqueStreets (Outro) Yeah, revenge served cold, on a platter of bass Albuquerque's echo, in this furious chase The record fades out, the message is clear They messed with the wrong DJ, now their end is here. (Mic drop) 505.