Backblock Sermons
Saima Shehbaz
rap
Grimy boom-bap with chesty male vocals; dusty chopped samples and a swung
head-nod drum pocket. Verse starts sparse—kick
snare
bass—then subtle organ stabs creep in. Hook hits with doubled vocals
crowd shouts
and a thicker low-end. Final section adds filtered drums and a tape-stop moment on the last bar.
Criado em dez 26, 2025
Letras
[Verse 1]
Came up where the rent late
Moms juggling two plates
Uncle with the court dates
Praying that the phone don’t ring
Hand-me-down dreams, size wrong
Still I had to put ‘em on
Walking to the bus, headphones on
Like the world can’t tell me a thing
Talking to myself in the storefront glass
“Keep your head up, kid, this phase gon’ pass”
Whole block loud, but my mind on mute
Pocket notebook with the rhymes and truths
[Chorus]
This that backblock sermon, I preach what I’ve seen
Turned that rust into gold, turned the dust into steam
If they doubt me, let ‘em doubt, I’mma bleed for the dream
From the cracks in the concrete, I’mma grow, I’mma gleam
[Verse 2]
OG said, “Lil man, choose paths”
Either flip bags or you flip class
Either chase likes or you chase craft
Either burn out or you outlast
So I wrote ‘til the ink ran
Cooked hope in a tin pan
Every setback, that been planned
Plot twist, I been that
Now they act close ‘cause the buzz got loud
Same ones laughed when I talked ‘bout now
I ain’t even mad, I just move, then prove
Every L just a letter that improved my route
[Chorus]
Came up where the rent late
Moms juggling two plates
Uncle with the court dates
Praying that the phone don’t ring
Hand-me-down dreams, size wrong
Still I had to put ‘em on
Walking to the bus, headphones on
Like the world can’t tell me a thing
Talking to myself in the storefront glass
“Keep your head up, kid, this phase gon’ pass”
Whole block loud, but my mind on mute
Pocket notebook with the rhymes and truths
[Chorus]
This that backblock sermon, I preach what I’ve seen
Turned that rust into gold, turned the dust into steam
If they doubt me, let ‘em doubt, I’mma bleed for the dream
From the cracks in the concrete, I’mma grow, I’mma gleam
[Verse 2]
OG said, “Lil man, choose paths”
Either flip bags or you flip class
Either chase likes or you chase craft
Either burn out or you outlast
So I wrote ‘til the ink ran
Cooked hope in a tin pan
Every setback, that been planned
Plot twist, I been that
Now they act close ‘cause the buzz got loud
Same ones laughed when I talked ‘bout now
I ain’t even mad, I just move, then prove
Every L just a letter that improved my route
[Chorus]