Black coat sweeping down the block
Rhythm ticking like a clock
City whispers when I walk
Every move is silent shock
Nighttime taste of gasoline
Chrome reflections in-between
Sharper than the in-between
Cut the noise and keep it clean
Street noir frequency
Running through my energy
Heavy bass is calling me
Drill beat in my symmetry
Street noir frequency
Step with cold intensity
Nothing here is meant to stop
I rise above the city top
Smoked-out shadows cross my face
Move with slow, commanding grace
Never losing any pace
Living in a grayscale space
Street noir frequency
Cooler than a winter breeze
Watch me own the urban scene