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[Verse 1]
I move in the bricks, no gloss on the frame
Old hands on the wheel, still steering the lane
Mud on my soles, but my steps stay clean
Got a long way home and a short fuse mean
I cut through the noise like a razor through cloth
Every fake little smile got a price and a cost
Big talk, small walk, I seen that before
When the door swings shut, they be hugging the floor
Pocket full of goals, no room for delay
If it don't build me up, then I throw it away
Cold coffee gone stale on the edge of the desk
Still I make it look easy when I’m under the press
[Pre-Chorus]
Say less
I know the type
Talk in the dark
Fade in the light
Same old script
Same old act
I keep my name
Out of your trap
[Chorus]
Brick box, brick box
I came from the brick box
Brick box, brick box
Still got my own kick, watch
Brick box, brick box
No chain can box me in
Brick box, brick box
I break, then I build again
[Verse 2]
I seen friends switch sides for a little bit more
Seen pride get robbed at the front of the store
Seen a good day fold like a card in the rain
Seen a man sell truth just to soften his pain
But I kept a firm grip on the line in my chest
One eye on the dream, one hand on the test
No handout, I want what I earn with my skin
Every scar on my back got a story within
I don’t chase applause, I just chase the next step
Make a whole lot of nothing turn to something correct
If the room get cold, I bring heat with a stare
If the road get rough, I’m already there
[Bridge]
Let it crack, let it bend
I’ll stand up again
Let it fall, let it rain
I still know my name
[Chorus]
Brick box, brick box
I came from the brick box
Brick box, brick box
Still got my own kick, watch
Brick box, brick box
No chain can box me in
Brick box, brick box
I break, then I build again
Details
GeneratedJul 29, 2026
Duration2:43
LanguageEnglish
Style
Boom bap hip-hop with dusty swung drums, crunchy kick-snare pocket, and a looping jazz guitar chop; verse rides bare drums and bass, pre-hook adds filtered horn swells and chopped vocal stabs, chorus hits with gang doubles and a gritty bassline lift. Close-mic male vocal with tight doubles on key bars, delay throws on last words, vinyl crackle between sections, warm mono center with punchy low end and crisp snares., rap, hip hop
Credits
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Rotexthareal
RotextharealModelAria v5.5
Prompt
rap, hip hop, boom bap
