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PLAINCLOTHES lyrics
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Verse 1
Star got the hot hand, so the hacks swing harder, Elbows in the paint aiming down at the starter. Big man clocked it 'fore the ref blew a whistle, Set his chest in the lane, made the cheap shot fizzle. No line in the box score for the way he held his ground, No banner in the rafters for the noise he shut down. Ask the franchise face how he glides through the fray - Somebody chose the contact so the kid could play.
Chorus
No suit, no earpiece, no shades at the door, They stand in the gap that you never saw before. They clock what's coming and they move without applause, Plainclothes protection - no contract, no clause. Who got you? Somebody posted in the cut. Who got you? You'd be surprised who pulls up.
Verse 2
Boardroom got blades that never break the skin, Smiles in the memo with the motive tucked in. But the EA reads invites like a radar sweep, Sees the ambush in the agenda while the office sleeps. Moves the meeting, drops a word in the right ear, Kills a bad decision 'fore the ink gets near. Boss thinks the quarter just been running on luck - Nah, that's a gatekeeper rerouting the trucks.
Verse 3
Hallway politics, one kid on an island, Lunchroom laughter with the meanness in the smiling. Then one friend crossed the floor, took the seat beside him, Never threw a punch - just refused to be silent. Fast-forward: grown folks, house party humming, One friend counting drinks, watching who's coming. Palming car keys with a laugh and a plan, Gets the room home safe like it's part of the dance.
Chorus
No suit, no earpiece, no shades at the door, They stand in the gap that you never saw before. They clock what's coming and they move without applause, Plainclothes protection - no contract, no clause. Who got you? Somebody posted in the cut. Who got you? You'd be surprised who pulls up.
Verse 4
Pile-on season, ten thousand keyboards, One voice targeted, dogpiled and floored. Then a community stands up without swinging back, Reports, receipts, and a wall of matter-of-fact. De-escalate the mob, let the malice starve slow - Protection ain't a fist, sometimes it's a "no." But here's the question nobody asks the shield: Who checks on the checker? Who walks him off the field? So this one's for the standers, the unthanked in-betweens - When your guard needs guarding, be the one who intervenes.
Chorus
No suit, no earpiece, no shades at the door, They stand in the gap that you never saw before. They clock what's coming and they move without applause, Plainclothes protection - no contract, no clause. Who got you? Somebody posted in the cut. Who got you? Go and be that for someone.
Outro
No cape, no cameras - just somebody who stayed.
Inside the recording
Star got the hot hand, so the hacks swing harder, Elbows in the paint aiming down at the starter.
No suit, no earpiece, no shades at the door, They stand in the gap that you never saw before.
No cape, no cameras - just somebody who stayed.
Excerpts from artist-supplied lyric files matched by title. Lyric sheets may differ from the released performance.