Still Moving Through It
experimental hip-hop, glitched boom bap dusty soul samples, distorted drums off-kilter beats, aggressive 808 bass, jazz loops chopped vocal textures, underground rap Southern grit, psychedelic trap, charismatic flows sharp internal rhyme schemes, dark humor paranoid energy, cinematic street storytelling punchline-heavy, abstract production lo-fi textures, high-energy ad-libs raw mixtape feel, soulful hooks unpredictable beat switches, swagger-heavy delivery anxious atmosphere, funk-infused percussion chaotic transitions, late-night urban mood conscious lyricism, eccentric vocal inflections minimal piano motifs, layered sampling rebellious energy
Still Moving Through It
experimental hip-hop, glitched boom bap dusty soul samples, distorted drums off-kilter beats, aggressive 808 bass, jazz loops chopped vocal textures, underground rap Southern grit, psychedelic trap, charismatic flows sharp internal rhyme schemes, dark humor paranoid energy, cinematic street storytelling punchline-heavy, abstract production lo-fi textures, high-energy ad-libs raw mixtape feel, soulful hooks unpredictable beat switches, swagger-heavy delivery anxious atmosphere, funk-infused percussion chaotic transitions, late-night urban mood conscious lyricism, eccentric vocal inflections minimal piano motifs, layered sampling rebellious energy
Lyrics
Verse 1
I been moving through a city that was built against my odds
Blueprints drawn by architects who never saw my face as God
But I'm here though, hi though, still signing off on miracles
Technically impossible, historically empirical
I woke up with the paranoia sitting on my chest again
Like an old friend who won't leave, been acquainted since back when
Corner store at 6 AM, fluorescent light confessional
Owner knows my order, that's professional or sad, professional
Every room I walk into I calculate the exits first
Not anxiety, intelligence, learned it early, learned it worse
Therapist said that's a trauma response, I said that's a survival course
She said same thing, I said different source
Hook
They built the maze and I'm still moving through it
Made the rules and I'm still choosing fluid
Call it luck, call it God, call it something you don't got
I call it Tuesday, I ain't stopping, I forgot
Verse 2
I seen a man in a Bentley crying at a red light
Turns out money is a ceiling with a different kind of height
I been broke and I been close and I been both on the same night
Survival's not a badge, it's just the outcome of the fight
I don't move like someone scared of what they've built
I move like someone who knows exactly what could tilt
Stack the blessings, count the exits, hold the guilt
That's the blueprint nobody taught, self-built
Hook
They built the maze and I'm still moving through it
Made the rules and I'm still choosing fluid
Call it luck, call it God, call it something you don't got
I call it Tuesday, I ain't stopping, I forgot
Verse 3
Three AM, the city talks in frequencies I understand
Every siren, every stutter, every corner contraband
Of information, navigation, occupation, contraband
It's just perspective, I keep telling that to my right hand
I been trying to explain the math of making it from here
To people who already made it, so the math don't quite appear
They nod and say they understand, the nod costs them nothing dear
Understanding's cheap, I keep the receipts, the real ones disappear
I didn't come this far to stop and ask permission for the view
Paranoid and building simultaneously, that's the avenue
They said impossible, I said I know, I said it too
Still here though
Still here
Outro
Still moving
Still moving through it
Still moving
Still moving through it