Almost a year on Suno. What started as a joke between friends quickly evolved into something intense... a wide canvas for my deepest thoughts. For the past year, I stayed in my own world. Most of that time as a free user, never chasing followers, never counting likes. I just wanted to submerge myself in the sound I grew up with., that heavy NYC influence, the grit, and the soul. But lately, something changed. The comments I’ve received have been overwhelming. I truly feel the connection, and for that, I say thank you to y'all. I think I’m finally ready to step out of the cellar, and I’ve brought some lost crates with me that have been waiting for the sunlight. I’m coming with the only thing I know, trying to build on it until I’ve fully found my own sound. INTRO (male, spoken, low & gritty) Yeah… City never sleep, it just blink slow Crates talk, walls listen We still here HOOK (repetitiv, hypnotisch) Believe in the dust, believe in the sound Needle hit truth when it spin around Street taught lessons, looped and profound (repeat 2x) VERSE (male, street poetry, dense bars) I rap like the block got memory Cracks in the sidewalk remember me Every bar handwritten, no sympathy Just pressure in patterns, identity I learned timing from late trains Faith from beats with the bass strained Turn cold nights into warm loops Make hope knock when the snare came I don’t flex, I narrate facts Dust on my fingers, I marry wax Every thought got a scar in it That’s why my verses breathe panic back I spit like the city owe me rent Still pay dues every verse I meant Mind sharp, but the edges bent From years where the fridge stayed hesitant I talk slick but I mean every word Truth sound better when it’s slightly slurred My cadence drag like a tired soul Still lift heads when the drums get heard No cap talk, just craft and nerve I flip struggle into abstract verbs This ain’t rap for a trending chart This that “you was there” type hurt HOOK (repeat, slight variation) Believe in the dust, believe in the sound Old souls talk when the needle go round Street taught lessons, looped and profound (repeat 2x) OUTRO (male, spoken, calm but heavy) Yeah… Still digging Still listening Still believing
