Guess who’s back in the cipher, black Nike straps tighten—

I write lightning, strike mics like graphite on papyrus.

Sky’s the palette, I paint planets with verb-chambers,

turn stages to graveyards, bury wannabe slang-slingers.

Every bar’s a tar-brick, hard-core art in the archives,

I carve time, rewind minds, leave the future behind.

Still the seven-letter emperor, never error, ever better,

forever—Rakim—back to snap necks of whatever.

Who’s lovin’ you when the October rain turns to snow?

誰在十月雨化成雪時抱你？

I left my last heartbeat in the vinyl crackle,

我把最后的心跳留在黑膠的裂隙，

your name still spins at 45 wounds per minute.

你的名字仍以每分鐘四十五傷旋轉。

Streetlights flicker like expired film,

街燈像過期膠片閃滅，

I rewind the kiss that never developed.

我倒帶那個從未顯影的吻。

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