Текст песни
Every empire starts with a spark Every streetlight born from the dark
Ain't no magic, just steel and scars We built gods out of used car parts
You can't make gold without a grime You can't make true without a crime
I learn to steal from what's already mine I build a sound from the factory line
Smoke in my lungs, that's inspiration Rust on my hands, that's education
No clean slate, just dirty creation The streets are my foundation
There's gotta be something first That's how we learn to work
We copy the pain, we flip the hurt Turn ash to fire, turn silence to word
Ain't nothing new, just better than it was before
I don't dream, I reprogram I don't pray, I will reslam
Every buzzer gear, every line of plant I don't start from zero, I start from the ruins
Turn the scraps into sound, turn the loss into movement
Every beat I make is evidence Every rhyme's my residence
808 kicks, punch holes in the concrete Snare hits sound like a pistol heat
Guitar feedback crawls through the beat Grind, repeat, delete, complete
Knowledge don't come clean, it bleeds through the seams
We take from the past, we're fitted in dreams You don't make truth, you make it mean
Every copy's a code, every code's a scheme From factory noise
To the back of the block I turn
A spark into something that knocks
Nothing starts from nothing
You need a mark to make a name Every genius was a thief first
And every thief just played the same game