Desert Eagle - Blue Note Payback

[Intro] [Vinyl crackle, slow muted trumpet, walking upright bassline] Yeah... late night on 47th Street. Rain falling on the asphalt, steam rising from the sewer grate. Shadows long, footsteps echo. Check the tempo. [Verse 1] Midnight on the block, corner lit by broken streetlights Trench coat dripping, gotta keep the heat tight Corner store hustle, neon sign flickering low Underneath the bridge where the dark rivers flow Two-tone shoes clicking on the damp concrete Spitting stories of the struggle on this cold dark street Whiskey in a flask, smoke rising from the lip Hand inside the pocket, steady gripping on the clip From the brick stoops to the alleyways deep While the city sleeps, we the ones who gotta reap Jazz notes bleeding from a third-floor room A saxophone wailing out a tune of doom [Chorus] [Female Soul Vocals] In the dark of the night, where the shadows play We are chasing the light of a forgotten day Through the smoke and the rain, hear the trumpet blow In this city of pain, where the rivers flow [Verse 2] Back in ninety-four, learned the rules of the code Never trust a smile when you walking down the road Dice rolling on the sidewalk, cash changing hands Playing out a hand that a young kid planned Silencer whispered, silence in the air Looking in the rearview, nobody there Upright bass thumping like a racing heart Every single corner where a tragedy start Smoky lounge doors open, smell of cheap cigars Counting up the scars underneath the cold stars Gotta keep moving, never look behind Every single block is a state of mind [Chorus] [Female Soul Vocals] In the dark of the night, where the shadows play We are chasing the light of a forgotten day Through the smoke and the rain, hear the trumpet blow In this city of pain, where the rivers flow [Bridge] [Muted Saxophone Solo, Upright Bass solo, Vinyl crackle accent] [Male Rap - Spoken/Raspy] Yeah, listen to that horn cry... Streetlight's out. Time to make the move. [Chorus] [Female Soul Vocals with Male Vocal Overlaps] In the dark of the night, where the shadows play (Where the shadows play, yeah) We are chasing the light of a forgotten day (Chasing the light) Through the smoke and the rain, hear the trumpet blow In this city of pain, where the rivers flow [Outro] [Fade out on walking upright bass, smoky saxophone, vinyl crackle, distant sirens] Just another midnight story. 47th Street... peace out.