Prompt:

Verse 1: The Archive Room] I zip up the archive jacket, the boots got the spikes on the toe. Mapping the seam-eye-optics, harvesting cotton to stitch up the show. We locked in the penthouse suite, I'm watching the city go dark. Dialing the mellow-tone-in, missing the arrow that's aiming the mark. My brothers they stand in the back, we plotting the way to the top. Running a man-opp-pull-he, squeezing the market until it all drop. I step on the court and I ball, you know that the trophy is mine. Spiking the court-is-all, flooding the vessel and crossing the line. [Hook: The Ledger] I check on the ledger again, the numbers are going insane. Dodging the in-flame-shun, printing the paper that’s feeding the pain. I put on the mask for the crowd, I act like I'm feeling the vibe. Swallowing play-see-bow, faking the symptom to fit in the tribe. We moving in silence tonight, we splitting the circle in two. Forcing a fast-schism, breaking the fraction to build it anew. I rap on the beat and I snap, I'm taking the crown for the night. Spreading the epic-dem-mic, infecting the audio stripping the light. [Verse 2: The Studio Contract] I step in the booth and record, the vocal is perfectly clean. Trapping the new-rule-net, feeding the data directly the screen. I drop all the fake from my life, I'm cutting you off at the knee. Triggering am-knee-seize-ya, wiping the memory totally free. We building the label from scratch, I only associate with the real. Forging the sinner-G, locking the contract and closing the deal. I stay up and stare at the wall, the gears in my head always turn. Grinding the cog-knit-eve, watching the mechanism quietly burn.