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boom-bap rap Happening right now And the crowd is just wondering how From the street to the stage Flip the script turn the page Make the audience stand and bow We got the flow with precision Sharpen rhymes with a razor vision phrases connect Flows correct on the tracks on a mission There’s a kid from the block with a mic Spitting fire that all the people liked He’s got gold on his chest He is beating the best While his DJ is ripping the mic Step aside let the bass boom Treble Weight Entered the room I’m getting high the frequencies fly Get swept up like a broom My acoustics will shatter your spine Every syllable strictly divine balance the sound From the roof to the ground And the crown of this cypher is mine No ice on my wrist I’m still bright And my lyrics are tight every night From the studio floor To the stadium door Every dollar I make is in sight They all try to compete with the king But they can't match the speed or the swing When the baseline is set I’m the heaviest bet Hear the bell Of champions ring When the city goes dark and it rains You can feel all the stress and the pains On the corner they wait Just to challenge their fate Trying hard to break out of the chains But the music provides a way To get through to a better day With a amp and a chord Splitting truths like a sword We keep all of the demons at bay Now the album is coming to a close That’s just the way the commodity goes Turn the volume right down As we ride out of this town Striking one last victory pose The production was heavy and clean The best flow that you’ve ever seen gear in the first round crate Signed Treble Weight This is hip-hop’s poetic machine