Basement Boom Talk

Back to the crates

Back to the room

Floorboard rattles

Here come the boom

Dust on the sleeve, needle in the groove

Mom yelling up, but I can’t move

Late rent, take that, I just press play

Let the kick swing hard while my hopes sway

Basement air thick, paint peel on the wall

Notebook open, rhyme scrawled too small

Neighbors hit the ceiling when the floorboards shake

But this bassline talking like the bills gon’ break

This that basement boom talk

Let the old floor rock

When the low end walk

We don’t ever stop

Head down, world locked

Heart syncs with the knock

Life heavy as a cinderblock

Still I ride that boom talk (yeah)

Hand-me-down mic, cord wrapped in tape

Echo in the pipes, whole block escapes

Two chairs, one fan, cracked window frame

But the rhythm turn this little box to a flame

Text from the job: “You gon’ pull up or what?”

I’m scribbling another 16, phone cut

If it’s sink or swim, I’m diving in the drop

Let the bassline guide me where the clock can’t stop

This that basement boom talk

Let the old floor rock

When the low end walk

We don’t ever stop

Head down, world locked

Heart syncs with the knock

Life heavy as a cinderblock

Still I ride that boom talk (ride it)