[Verse]
Never heard it, NCIS on the telly,
Flipping through these cases, spaghetti in my belly.
Crime scene clean, bleach mop in the Chevy,
Tracks dirty though, bassline too heavy.
Talkin’ Gibbs rules, no fingerprints left,
But I’m leaving prints on beats, consider me theft.
Soul stitched in the seams of the rhythm I cleft,
Heart on my sleeve, but my sleeve ain’t bereft.
[Chorus]
Never heard it, nah, never seen the show,
I’m just here for the beats, let the bassline glow.
Soul in the samples, let the rhythm flow,
Never heard it, nah, but I’m ready to go.
[Verse 2]
Headphones on, world drowned in the static,
Words cut sharper than a cinematic attic.
Plot twists on wax, every line problematic,
Soul deep in the groove, vibes automatic.
Bouncing off the walls like Ziva in a scuffle,
Lyrics hit the chest like a linebacker shuffle.
Truth buried deep, dig it out with a shovel,
But the beat still bangs, every word is a hustle.
[Bridge]
Never heard it, but I’m solving my own mystery,
Cracking open beats, rewriting my own history.
Bassline thunders, a modern symphony,
Soul on the track, no need for the ministry.