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Chrome Sermon
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Chrome Sermon was released on March 8, 2026 by BeatboxX_X as a part of the album PYRAMID PROTOCOL
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Release DateMarch 8, 2026
LabelBeatboxX_X
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BeatboxX_X
BeatboxX_X
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Beatbox WW
Beatbox WW
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BeatboxX_X
BeatboxX_X
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, uh
Backseat notebooks, trunk full of demos
Corner echoes stamp my tempo
Name buzzing low but the talk stay heavy
Chrome on the grill like the truth stay steady
Stamp my initials in the dust of the curb
Every verb cut clean, let the consonants swerve
Tape deck spinning while the palm trees lean
Posters on the pole say the kid too keen
Didn't wait on luck, I manufactured the rise
Blueprints scribbled in the back of my ride
City tried to test, I responded with poise
Now the block recite every line like noise
Sneakers on pavement, cadence engraved
Each phrase wave-shaped, pressure well-behaved
Ain't no shortcut lane but I still took flight
Built it brick by brick, now the view sit right
Crew on the steps passing verses like bread
Every syllable fed, every doubt left dead
Drop that pressure, speakers shake the frame
Now the youngins quote every part of my name
From the stoop to the stage, that's mileage earned
From the crate to the crowd, that's lessons learned
Every scar turned plaque, every doubt turned crown
Whole city lean when the drums come down, let the
Yeah
Run that back, let the block react (Woo)
Run that back, hear the trunk go clap (Woo)
Name ring loud when the bassline snap (Woo)
Old tape hiss but the style stay intact (Woo)
Run that back, let the crowd recite (Woo)
Run that back, we don't beg for hype (Woo)
Built from the curb where the grind stay tight (Woo)
Westside coded in the way I write
Yeah, switch lanes, smooth like a vinyl flip
No panic in the stance, got a lion's grip
Every mixtape stacked like a thesis bound
Independent crown, never leased from town
Posters fade quick but the ink stay bold
Every story told turn a myth to gold
Ain't no bar shine, I illuminate blocks
Timepiece tick but I don't watch clocks
Barbershop debates who the best in frame
They mention me twice, underline the name
Sermon in chrome when I speak that truth
OG nod slow, say "That boy got proof"
From sidewalk cyphers to sold-out halls
From scribbled loose-leaf to framed-up walls
I never chased crowns, I just raised the bar
Now the skyline shaped like my avatar (Avatar)
Run that back, let the block react (Woo)
Run that back, hear the trunk go clap (Woo)
Name ring loud when the bassline snap (Woo)
Old tape hiss but the style stay intact (Woo)
Run that back, let the crowd recite (Woo)
Run that back, we don't beg for hype (Woo)
Built from the curb where the grind stay tight (Woo)
Westside coded in the way I write, yeah
Yeah
From the curb to the chrome
Certified in every zone
Yeah
Still calm, still grown
Written by: Beatbox WW
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