NoirJazzxDrill 9

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Intro (spoken, noir whisper) Rain talkin’ to the pavement… City don’t sleep. Neither do I. 1st Verse Trench coat nights, neon bleed on the curb Old mistakes hum like a muted word I been here before, when the clocks ran slow When respect meant more than the price of the coat Eyes seen decades, still sharp in the dark I don’t chase sparks, I leave a mark Jazz in my step, drill in my tone Still heavy when I walk alone Hook (melodic, shadowy) Old but I still got it, still breathe in smoke Time tried to bend me, I stayed unbroke Still got the sway when the lights go low Still got the cold when the bass run slow Old but I still got it, scars still talk Same long nights, same long walk They fade with time, I stain the plot Old but I still got it—still sharp 2nd Verse City raised me, taught me patience and sin Every smile fake, every loss came thin I don’t brag, I narrate facts Been through chapters they can’t reenact Young ones loud, chasing quick applause I move in silence, I know the laws One hand clean, one hand cold Still got weight in the words I hold Hook Old but I still got it, still breathe in smoke Time tried to bend me, I stayed unbroke Still got the sway when the lights go low Still got the cold when the bass run slow Old but I still got it, scars still talk Same long nights, same long walk They fade with time, I stain the plot Old but I still got it—still sharp 3rd Verse (longer, cinematic) Clock ticks loud in an empty bar Piano cryin’ like it know my scars I seen loyalty die for a smaller prize Seen kings fall just to feel alive Age gave vision, not regret Every wrong turn paid its debt I don’t rush fate, I let it arrive Still dangerous, just more precise If the city a maze, I know every turn I learned when to strike, I learned when to burn Still got pull without raising my voice Still make ghosts when I enter the noise Pre-Hook / Bridge (half-sung, jazzy) Low light, slow time, heart still beats Every shadow know my feet Years don’t fade what’s real inside They just teach you how to survive Final Hook (full, wide, noir anthem) Old but I still got it, hear it in the room Silence bends when I make a move Still got the swing, still got the sight Still haunt streets like city lights Old but I still got it, soul still locked Same cold nights, same heavy thoughts They age with fear, I age with plot Old but I still got it—still sharp Outro (spoken, fading) Jazz never dies… It just gets colder. Still here.