Work Hours

Steel toes hit the floor press roaring like a caged beast Red light green light metal teeth gnawing through the feast Die set dialed in aligning plates like a chess move Boss wants precision, I’m counting beats not the groove Shift start sparks fly mist thick wrist marked by the grip guard This part big arc this yard got my ribs like a pit card Still smart split heart one part on the jig hard Other part drifts far spawn point sittin’ in my Twitch chat disc guard I’m in the press line but in my head it’s a quest line best time Combo chains in my chest I’ma test mine While I’m checkin’ these edge lines head’s in a headline Set dies day job but the late night stage is mine Work Hours drag me down Mind’s off grid where my dreams are found Work Hours break me slow But I’m alive when the clock says go Work Hours tick tock steel showers Same noise same choice but I dream power Work Hours gray walls dull colors Mind gone respawn with the controllers Oil mist in the air but I’m hearin’ an eight oh eight kick there Every little hiss from the pistons hittin’ like a snare I’m a shift soldier chip holder slip folder But the click’s colder when I’m loadin’ up the mixer on the rig older Stamp count ten then the plant sound blend With the chant in my head when the hi hats bend Got a pad full of hooks I’ma fire at the end Every cycle of the press that’s a bar I can send Multi syllables stack when I’m drillin’ this metal The pattern in the panel like the pattern in my rap level Rattle in the track I’m the gravel in the fast pedal Factory floor but the cadence on a black kettle Work Hours drag me down Mind’s off grid where my dreams are found Work Hours break me slow But I’m alive when the clock says go Work Hours tick tock steel showers Same noise same choice but I dream power Work Hours gray walls dull colors Mind gone respawn with the controllers All day in the bay with the brake lights Plate change gauge tight no stage lights But I’m arrangin’ crazy phrases in the same bite Chain lightning in the brain while it chain’s tight I’m in the middle of the millimeter limit with a billet in it Then I pivot to the rhythm I’ma fill it with a wicked image Any minute I’m a critic of the gimmick livin’ timid When I finish with the shift I’m independent on the clinic Soon as that siren sings I’m gone, no slow walk Headphones on in the zone with the flow talk Group chat buzzin’ little shorty with the bold talk Say she wanna hear a new track let the phone talk Controller glow in the dark like a stage light Lobby up squad drop in for the late fight Win screen then I flip scenes to the bassline Mic stand home lab turn a pressman to a headline I don’t hate what I do, it’s the food for the next dream Blue collar backbone bankroll for the best schemes But the best me breathe when the hands leave the timecard Work Hours pay, free hours keep the mind hard As the shift ends I’m already thinkin’ ’bout the bars I need to write Got a melody in my head a hook I can’t fight Jot it down, don’t let it fade ’cause inspiration waits for no one Clock out, mic on, that’s when the real work’s begun