Verse 1
Crate by crate, elevator freight by freight
Draw the gate! The lift creaking under the weight
Punched a button, sum'n under the base where concrete cracks
tectonic plates, below the nose of Wall Street hacks
The devil's decline, a long drop from level "B-9"
Uncharted darkness where the dwellers be blind
You overdig? Now run me the plot, go over it
Ain't no do-over shyt, let's go, unload the lift!
Hand-trucks crammed flush with banned stuffs
Less of a bootlegger, bit mo' of the answers
The tunnel run its length to the front of a blast-door
That nothing'll penetrate 'cept the ghosts of the Last War
CRASH! Fast-forward, the door-slot shifts
Red eyes appraise our prize then door locks click
Enter the Undaground, where the warlocks spit
Books of rhymes we wheeled inside 'til no more could fit
'Cause in-between every margin lies an incantation
That revive the lost rites of the Hip Hop nation
Whipsers grow crisper, ten wicks aglow flicker
Locs shimmer, senpais internalize block scripture
Bespoke grammar emits griot gamma
Frequencies unseen by radio scanners
No sign, no data, dope rhymes, no broadcaster
Echoes chambered inside of a closed cavern
Why? It go back to the Last War,
Hell, even back more, before they bombs plotted a crash course
At source, Medina, the fleur de lis of rap
That 'Telecommunications', the forgery of acts
Verse 2
'Round the bend, wylin' out again
That's how the night fly
Fifty one, fiftier, you could miss me, uhhh...
Out them headlines they ripped me, huh?
The Boxcar Bluebeard Butcher signed with sixteen cuts
Deserve 48 the way nikkas mixed me up
Like First 48 was ever gon' pick me up?!
The Ice Man keep it chilly in that big freeze truck
18-wheelin' for them 18 wills
Meet you in the flesh yet leave you hangin' still
Cuz nikkas got it fukked up,
Cuz nikkas got it fukked UP, they ain't been 'round the bend
Fifty-one 50's? That's the Massacre multiplied
By a factor of homicide past yo caliber forty five
Murda mission math that the algebra override
So why I'm still murking shyt overnight? Riiight...
Verse 3
Grey hairs my most modest end game prayers
The Most Highest, sent praise there! Unknowns conjuring innate fear, forreal
Gotta keep them eyes peeled, forreal, can't afford to lay still, forreal
Wasn't born to cry, nikkas fortified, thought of treason leave a nikka mortified
It's like, the fukk you gon' do? No trust? Dat's true
It's some cold stuff, living yo life by yo lonesome, yeah nikkas be on sum'n
Then turn around like you owe sum'n... shiiit, I might
All the shyt I done bottled up? Swear I'd getcha drunk on spite
Head spinning all night, woke up, it ain't alright
This the craziness they call life? Like, WHO?
Gon' settle, for levels of disheveled living
Befitting a shovel to dig an unscheduled end with? (Yeah, I'm COOL)
But my dude, errybody ain't a tyc00n
nikkas mountain-climb for the view, and take they ass back home to the bottom
That Valley vast... Burglar bars; alley cats; Gotham
Gotta do better, can't do over, been paid the piper, my dues over
Living life you get screwed over, tryna live it right til' them blues over
Time to wake em up
Yeah I might have to dust something else off one time