
Suit Pressed
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- east coast hip hop
- late 1990s
- gangsta rap
- hardcore rap
- gothic
- dark
- heavy
- christchurch
Lyrics
Intro
uh... yeah... let the beat breathe for a second.
Picture this: raincoat, no umbrella, still dry.
That's the whole story right there.
Verse 1
Silk shirt, iron underneath, tailored close to the skin.
Same entrance every time. Nobody clocks when I come in.
Whole block knows my face from a car they never saw twice.
Nobody remembers the driver.
Never raised my voice.
Never had to.
Loyalty's a debt. I collect what people owe me.
Kept the beef private. Kept the money cleaner than the mouths that moved it.
Nobody panicked.
That's when I knew it was mine.
Cops know my plate better than they know their kids' birthdays.
File stays open.
It just never says why.
Same photo they use every time.
Never updates it.
Just Tuesday.
HOOK
Keep the suit pressed when the smoke clears.
Same calm face, different year.
Guilt's a guest. I never let him stay.
I clean the plate and I walk away.
Keep the suit pressed when the smoke clears.
Same calm face, different year.
Everybody eats.
Nobody asks.
Verse 2
Four in the morning. One bulb buzzing in the kitchen.
Coffee gone cold in the cup I forgot I was drinking.
Jacket still hanging where I left it, still holding my shape.
Phone face-down. Three names I ain't calling back.
My accountant knows more than the priest I don't call on.
He charges more for it, too.
Reputation heavier than the coat I wear in heat.
Nobody asks who I became. They just ask for the number.
I don't confess. I overtip on Sundays instead.
Missed a few payments on the man I used to be.
Collections never called.
He wrote it off the same way I did.
Still get invited to funerals. Still send the flowers.
Never read the card.
HOOK
Keep the suit pressed when the smoke clears.
Same calm face, different year.
Guilt's a guest. I never let him stay.
I clean the plate and I walk away.
Keep the suit pressed when the smoke clears.
Same calm face, different year.
Everybody eats.
Nobody asks.
Verse 3
Tailor's been stitching the same cuff for fifteen years.
Never asks what the money's for.
That's why he's still here.
Receipts in one pocket, patience in the other, both worn thin at the seam.
Knew what the watch would cost. Wore it anyway.
Wore it till it stopped meaning anything.
Demons clock in quiet. Know better than to talk back.
Cufflinks just dress up the quiet.
"You good?"
Depends who's asking.
Young ones want the secret.
I just refill the drink and let the silence answer.
Keep your circle small.
Keep your word heavier than the bill.
Night turns ugly. I don't panic.
Already planned it.
Room stays smiling. Room stays breathing.
Table's already set. I don't do the pleading.
HOOK
Keep the suit pressed when the smoke clears.
Same calm face, different year.
Guilt's a guest. I never let him stay.
I clean the plate and I walk away.
Keep the suit pressed when the smoke clears.
Same calm face, different year.
Everybody eats.
Nobody asks.
OUTRO
if this sounds smooth, that's just the weight talking calm.
KEEP THE SUIT PRESSED WHEN THE SMOKE CLEARS!
I'm still here, still ordering dessert.
That's the whole story, that's the whole word.
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