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Punch Clock Prophets

Skyview Thoughts

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Skyview Thoughts was released on November 21, 2025 by Purgatorio Studio as a part of the album Echoes Of The Grind

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AlbumEchoes Of The Grind

Release DateNovember 21, 2025

LabelPurgatorio Studio

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM89

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Punch Clock Prophets

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Punch Clock Prophets

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[Intro]

Uh… yeah

It was all a dream…

Nah, this one’s real though

Check it…

[Verse 1 laid-back swagger, slow tempo]

Posted up in the lobby, thoughts foggy, vision hazy

Grandmama’s rosary swingin’, sayin' “Lord, come save me”

From them rooftops where the kids plot, eyes on the Bentley

Minds got hunger in 'em, stomachs never empty

I was raised where the sirens hum lullabies

And every mother’s prayer got a tear behind the eyes

Where the dice hit the pavement like thunder on the stoop

And lil’ homies learn math countin' bundles in a loop

Old heads talk jazz, puff cigars, speak truth

Say “Never trust a man if he lie in the booth”

I been cookin’ up lines like a chef with a vengeance

Every verse is a sentence, I spit life in a sentence

I remember cold winters, doin’ homework in a coat

While the heat stayed off, and my dreams stayed woke

Mama said, “Boy, use that brain, don’t choke”

So I turned pain to gold — every rhyme’s bespoke

Seen the OGs fade like the corners on the block

Now I’m buildin’ up a castle from the rubble and chalk

Used to write with a Bic, now they listen when I talk

Biggie whisperin’ through beats — “keep walkin’ the walk”

[Chorus]

Skyview thoughts from the project bricks

Dreams hangin’ on the wire like the laundry sticks

We was tryna dodge the vice while we hustle for kicks

Now my rhymebook’s thicker than a bishop’s script

Skyview thoughts, yeah, the world too cold

Gotta warm it with the fire that I hold in my soul

From the stoop to the stage, that’s a hell of a stroll

Biggie told me paint it vivid — so I’m writin’ in bold

[Verse 2]

Crooked cops creep slow, tinted up Impalas

While I lace rhymes tighter than them church suit collars

Got my mind on the commas but my heart with the broke

And my story ain’t clean, but it’s real, no joke

See, my cousin caught five, just for movin’ the weight

But the banker snort lines and get a yacht and a plate

This the land of the laced lies, hard truths hidden

Where the hustlers make hymns outta sins they were given

My pen bleeds ink like a warzone report

Every page like a case file the DA forgot

So I spit for the block, for the ones who ain’t made it

Big Poppa told me greatness don’t come if you fake it

Ain’t no glass ceiling, just a cracked floor rising

Every step a new test, but I passed without guidance

Used to scribble on napkins, now I rhyme on assignments

Writin’ verses with a purpose like I’m draftin’ indictments

From the J-train hum to the echo of a nine

I paint scenes like Basquiat, every bar a sign

Life ain’t picture perfect, but the frame is mine

So I hang my pain proud on these power lines

[Chorus]

Skyview thoughts from the project bricks

Dreams hangin’ on the wire like the laundry sticks

We was tryna dodge the vice while we hustle for kicks

Now my rhymebook’s thicker than a bishop’s script

Skyview thoughts, yeah, the world too cold

Gotta warm it with the fire that I hold in my soul

From the stoop to the stage, that’s a hell of a stroll

Biggie told me paint it vivid — so I’m writin’ in bold

[Outro – Spoken]

You don’t gotta fake what’s real

You just gotta say it how it lived...

Rest in peace to the King —

Let’s keep the ink flowin’. One.

Written by: Punch Clock

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