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LIVE WIRE lyrics
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Intro
They gave the headline slot to a laptop, bro
Verse 1
Laminate crooked on my neck, sweat through the shirt Backstage at Revolution, my slot they cut short Promoter said the AI act pulled three times my pre-saves Moved me to the opener, the 6 PM wave Screen flash a face that don't exist, teeth too white Nah hold on, drove a Civic from Sistrunk to write these bars Slept in that thing twice, roach on the dashboard
Pre-chorus
You smell that? Rust off the mic stand Broward in my sweat glands, can't program that
Chorus
Live wire, Broward made Everything I wrote, I already paid Live wire, can't unplug Copy the track but you can't copy blood Live wire, 954 Steal the sound, can't steal the scar Live wire, I'm still here Dripping on the stage 'cause I actually fear
Verse 2
Mama worked double at Holy Cross, couldn't keep the lights right First verse by phone screen, kitchen floor, power out night They tell me a model trained on ten thousand of us Can do what took nineteen years, three funerals, and a bus Brickell meeting, suit said AI openers cut cost by half I said cool so the kid from Carol City, you cut his path? He shrugged, I memorized that face
Pre-chorus
Baseline bumping from a trunk on 441 Frequency they sampling but they skip where it came from
Chorus
Live wire, Broward made Everything I wrote, I already paid Live wire, can't unplug Copy the track but you can't copy blood Live wire, 954 Steal the sound, can't steal the scar Live wire, still right here Dripping on the stage 'cause I actually fear
Verse 3
AI set was flawless, I won't front, visuals cracking LED face sixty feet tall, bass shaking the parking Watched the crowd, hands up but the eyes were glazed No sweat on that stage, no cracked note, no voice gone No moment where it might go wrong Maybe that's the part that matters when it scatters
Bridge
Pops never saw me on a stage, passed on Sunrise Boulevard January, cheap casket, seventeen writing bars in the yard Every time I grab the mic I'm reaching back for him Can't code that into a prompt, nah, blood-deep hymn
Verse 4
My set, mic feedback first four bars, almost choked Forgot the second line, had to freestyle the whole note The ones still there, the fifty maybe, leaned in Shirt soaked, voice cracking on the hook and I let it crack Perfect take ain't why I'm here, I came to give it back Garage on 19th, mosquitoes in December That's the texture, things a dataset can't remember
Verse 5
This for the kid on Sistrunk writing Notes app at the bus stop Producer on Hallandale with one speaker and the bass knocked Girl in Overtown sang gospel 'til her throat bled Wrote a hook in her mama bathroom, studio too far spread You can automate the melody, synthesize the feel Part where your hands shake 'cause this all you got, that's real Don't need a perfect frequency, need the one that hurts Song that saves your life was never clean, covered in dirt
Chorus
Live wire, Broward made. Everything I wrote, I already paid. Live wire, can't unplug. Copy the track but you can't copy blood. Live wire, 954. Steal the sound, can't steal the scar. Live wire, I'm still here. Dripping on the stage 'cause I actually fear. Live wire.
Outro
The mic is still warm
Inside the recording
They gave the headline slot to a laptop, bro
You smell that? Rust off the mic stand Broward in my sweat glands, can't program that
The mic is still warm
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