[Verse] Step in the spot, dust on the crates, Needle drops heavy, rhythm resonates. He’s spittin’ flames, flow tight like chains, But I catch the ghost in the vinyl’s veins. He’s diggin’ for gold, the beat’s a disguise, But I know that break from seventy-five. Before the bars hit, I already see, A sample flipped from that old Marley. [Pre-Chorus] Fingers on wax, I’m a sleuth, a fiend, Recognize the sound before it’s been seen. In shadows and grooves where the real soul hides, I’m the keeper of echoes, the street’s guide. [Chorus] I know that loop, I know that sound, Before it hits, I’m breakin’ it down. From crates to streets, the story’s told, In every sample, the past unfolds. I know that loop, I know that sound, Before it hits, I’m breakin’ it down. Vinyl speakin’, the truth profound, Before the beat drops, I’m already down. [Verse] He rides the bass, fierce on the mic, But I’m tuned in deep like a midnight strike. That drum roll hits, a slick disguise, From dusty grooves beneath city skies. His rhymes are sharp, but I’m one step back, Tracing the roots in the audio crack. From Brooklyn blocks to the underground, I’m the voice of the vinyl, the lost and found. [Pre-Chorus] Fingers on wax, I’m a sleuth, a fiend, Recognize the sound before it’s been seen. In shadows and grooves where the real soul hides, I’m the keeper of echoes, the street’s guide. [Chorus] I know that loop, I know that sound, Before it hits, I’m breakin’ it down. From crates to streets, the story’s told, In every sample, the past unfolds. I know that loop, I know that sound, Before it hits, I’m breakin’ it down. Vinyl speakin’, the truth profound, Before the beat drops, I’m already down. [Bridge] Scratch the surface, rewind the flows, Every beat’s a secret that nobody knows. In the flicker of light, the needle spins, Where history starts, and the story begins. I’m the shadow behind the track’s skin, A low hum where the old meets the new again. [Chorus] I know that loop, I know that sound, Before it hits, I’m breakin’ it down. From crates to streets, the story’s told, In every sample, the past unfolds. I know that loop, I know that sound, Before it hits, I’m breakin’ it down. Vinyl speakin’, the truth profound, Before the beat drops, I’m already down. [Outro] Before the beat drops, I’m already down. In every crackle, I hold this town. I’m the voice in the silence, the underground, Recognize the past before it’s found.