One quick look, one minute in, and the room went in, man
He slid and saw off like the lamb, knew the damn back fam
I knew it's on the mat, and the whole place gave up its noise
Said my name once, and it swung like a key in the lock of my voice
No grand talk, just that low spark
Kind of pressure like you rent the air by a ain't watching
Never raise the fingers
Never seen the air
Make the walls feel that awake
No lie
And my old day
Phototype on itself