

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Cameras in the ceiling Red dots in the dark They watching every footstep Still can’t measure heart (nah) [Verse 1] Got a file, got a folder with my government They rewind every rhyme like it's evidence From the stairs in the projects to the precinct I been dodging all they lenses, I’m a sequence Cold glare from the cops in the Crown Vic Hands shake on the pen but the mind slick Ascend through the cracks in the pavement Turn a stop-and-frisk to an awakening (yeah) Hit the corner, see the ghost of my old self Locked eyes with the boy on the broke shelf Told him, “You ain’t just a number on a mugshot” You the echo when the steel door unlocks [Chorus] I was caught up In the glare, in the grid, under orders from the watchtower Now I rise up From the ash, from the bids, from the long, lonely hours From the handcuffs straight to the stars, I’m lit Surveillance on, they recording the shift Rap god talk, every bar, every breath Turn oblivion into one more step [Verse 2] Fast flow, that Fausto on the back block Trade a little peace for the jackpot Signed in blood, now the clause feel toxic Every blessing got a shadow in the mosh pit Midwest grind in my teeth, got the corn dust East side edge in my speech, never worn plush Hippie dream with a gangsta little outlook Stardust on the sneaks where the chalk stood Transcend past the task force and task list Every charge that they draft, I redact it If they tap this line, let ‘em hear hope Every tap on the wire is a lifeboat (woo) [Chorus] I was caught up In the glare, in the grid, under orders from the watchtower Now I rise up From the ash, from the bids, from the long, lonely hours From the handcuffs straight to the stars, I’m lit Surveillance on, they recording the shift Rap god talk, every bar, every breath Turn oblivion into one more step [Bridge] They tracked my walk But they missed my soul They logged my calls But can’t cage this glow (nah) From the back of the car to the back of the club I was breaking those chains with a mouth full of mud [Chorus] I was caught up In the glare, in the grid, under orders from the watchtower Now I rise up From the ash, from the bids, from the long, lonely hours From the handcuffs straight to the stars, I’m lit (to the stars) Surveillance on, they recording the shift (let ‘em record) Rap god talk, every bar, every breath (every breath) Strong ending: I’m the file they can’t close, I’m the one left (yeah)
Tags
rap, Hard-edged East Coast / Midwest hybrid: dusty chopped sample over a fast, knocking drum pattern, deep bass stabs, male vocals. Verses spit double-time, tight and percussive; hook widens with shouted gang vocals and airy synth pad for “stardust” lift. Final chorus hits strongest with extra ad-libs and dropouts for a dramatic, victorious ending., strong, hardcore hip hop, east coast hip hop, hip hop
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No
3/23/2026