The Mix in my Mind (never clocks out)

Intro

Crown up. MC D.P. getting down on the mic. Let's get it.

Verse 1

They talking 'bout the weather and the price of bread and rent

I'm nodding like I'm present but my presence has been spent

Got a bassline running circles in the back room of my brain

Sixteen bars of something fye that nobody gonna name

(nobody gonna name it)

Supermarket checkout line, the fluorescent lights are cold

Lady behind the register looks tired, looking old

I'm sampling that expression for a bridge I haven't written

Got a melody so ready that my fingers start to twitchin'

(start to twitchin'!)

They think I'm quiet — mane, I'm loud in every frequency

The mix in my mind got a sequence and a recipe

While you debating dinner plans, I'm chopping up the sound

Every idle word you're speaking turns to layers, turns to rounds

(turns to rounds!)

Hook

The mix in my mind never stops, never clocks out

(never clocks out)

While the world keeps moving I'm producing from the inside out

(inside out!)

You see me sitting still — I'm anything but idle

(anything but idle)

The whole world is my studio, my calm is my disguise

(my calm is my disguise!)

Verse 2

Bus ride home, the engine growl becomes a kick drum groove

Every conversation snippet is the hi-hat that I move

Rain against the window got a rhythm I can use

Old man humming to himself — feeds the groove I'm moving through

(feeds the groove!)

I been building this since childhood, every session left its trace

Every sound I ever heard went into storage, into space

A lifetime of input running through a single filter

Nothing wasted, nothing lost — I'm my own builder

(my own builder)

They say "you seem distracted" — I say "baby, I'm composed"

Every layer of this session only tightens as it goes

I'm the quietest loud person in any room I stand in

The mix in my mind been running long before this song began

(before this song began!)

Hook

The mix in my mind never stops, never clocks out

(never clocks out)

While the world keeps moving I'm producing from the inside out

(inside out!)

You see me sitting still — I'm anything but idle

(anything but idle)

The whole world is my studio, my calm is my disguise

(my calm is my disguise!)

Bridge

You ever sat in stillness but heard everything at once?

The clock tick become a snare, the traffic become drums

A conversation half-heard through a wall becomes a lyric

That's not daydreaming baby — that's a gift and I revere it

(revere it!)

Nobody sees the session — they just see a woman still

They don't know the drop is coming, they don't know about the build

(they don't know!)

Every ordinary moment is a stem I'm gonna use

MC D.P. never idle — just collecting all the clues

(collecting all the clues)

Verse 3

Late night kitchen, everybody sleeping, just the fridge and me

I been in this groove so long I lost the count of where it comes

Wrote the hook in a dream, woke up, still had the take

Put it down before the morning — that's the one that stays awake

(stays awake!)

They built the world for busy — I catch what they walk past

Every moment that they rushed through I was making it last

No cap — the mix in my mind is the realest thing I own

Every track I ever made began when I was all alone

(all alone)

The world can keep on raging — I'ma keep on keeping time

A lifetime of frequency compressed into every rhyme

Crown up, MC D.P. — the session never ends

The mix in my mind is the message that I send

(the message that I send!)