4AM on the Ave

[Intro: subway rumble, car bass in the distance, clipped vocal, beat punches in fast] Four in the morning. Whole city supposed to be dead. Why the fuck the block still moving? [Hook: explosive chant-rap, hard bounce, gang responses, short rhythmic phrases] 4AM on the ave. Whole block still jumpin’. Train under the street. Feel the concrete thumpin’. Black trucks double-parked. Both lanes still clogged. Club closed two hours ago. We still outside, dawg. 4AM on the ave. Bass make the glass shake. Blue lights hit the wall. Everybody stay awake. Storefront glowing white. Smoke hanging in the air. City went to sleep— but we never fucking left here. [Verse 1: urgent pocket, tight internal rhymes, one bar per line, aggressive forward motion] Fresh white tee under black Moncler. Hot-food steam mix with cold night air. Deli door swing, hear the little bell snap. Three girls laughing while the trunk beat slap. Cab hit hazards, now the lane backed up. Somebody yelling from a fifth-floor cut. Train hit underneath, sidewalk vibrate. 808 answer back like an earthquake. Loose ones folded in the pocket too thick. Jewelry throwing little flashes off brick. Bodega bright like the sun got stuck. Man on the crate yelling, “turn that shit up.” Red cups balanced on the hood of the Benz. Everybody outside got somebody they sent. One dude dancing with his coat unzipped. Whole crowd move when the kick drum hit. No velvet rope. No closing time. The avenue ours till the sunrise climb. [Pre-Hook: drums strip to kick and bass, crowd responses] Club done closed. So what? Train still running. So what? Whole block awake. Turn that motherfucker up. [Hook: bigger gang vocals, harder 808 bounce] 4AM on the ave. Whole block still jumpin’. Train under the street. Feel the concrete thumpin’. Black trucks double-parked. Both lanes still clogged. Club closed two hours ago. We still outside, dawg. 4AM on the ave. Bass make the glass shake. Blue lights hit the wall. Everybody stay awake. Storefront glowing white. Smoke hanging in the air. City went to sleep— but we never fucking left here. [Verse 2: harder cadence, more internal rhyme, drums increasingly frantic] Four-twelve, still lit by the deli. Blacktop shining like oil under Pirellis. Door dash open, cold air rush. Everybody turn when the low end punch. Avenue crowded but nobody planned it. One loud car turn the block gigantic. Sirens slide by, bass never quit. Red-blue flicker make the whole street glitch. Train sparks flash through the grate down low. City got a heartbeat under concrete floors. Corner-store cat looking bored as shit. Probably heard ten thousand nights like this. Coffee machine coughing steam in the back. Somebody just bought one, poured brown cognac. Phone battery dead. Nobody going home. DJ gone home. We brought our own. Kick hit once, shoulders start rolling. Kick hit twice, whole sidewalk motion. This ain’t nightlife. Nightlife done. This what happens when the city outrun the sun. [Break: subway rumble becomes rhythmic, drums disappear, gang chant builds] Four A.M. Still outside. Four A.M. Still alive. Four A.M. Whole avenue— [Beat slams back] JUMP. [Final Verse: fastest controlled pocket, aggressive body-mover cadence] Bus stop packed like a backstage door. Store clerk mopping around twenty more. Speaker in the trunk got the license plate loose. Every bass hit sound like somebody cut it loose. Hot grill hiss. Cold chain flash. Corner-store ATM coughing out cash. One dude yelling from across the lane. Another car pull up and restart the same. Streetlights blink like they losing the fight. Sun coming soon but we ruining night. They got rooftops. We got asphalt. They got last call. We don’t call shit off. Whole city sleeping behind locked doors. We make one avenue sound like four. If morning want us— tell morning wait. We ain’t going nowhere till they turn off the ave. [Final Hook: maximum energy, crowd chant on every first line, enormous bass] 4AM ON THE AVE. Whole block still jumpin’. 4AM ON THE AVE. Feel the concrete thumpin’. Black trucks double-parked. Both lanes still clogged. Club closed two hours ago. WE STILL OUTSIDE, DAWG. 4AM ON THE AVE. Bass make the glass shake. 4AM ON THE AVE. Everybody stay awake. Storefront glowing white. Sun coming through— Fuck going home. We got one more move. [Outro: beat stops, distant car bass continues] Four fifty-eight. Still outside.