https://genius.com/Uncle-nuno-i-am-the-fixer-lyrics Hip Hop This track drops the listener straight into the block with a scratching DJ intro before diving into the voice of someone who rebuilds what the world breaks — a fixer forged from concrete, grit, and instinct. The verses paint a street-level architect: someone who reads chaos like blueprints and turns rubble into structure through sheer will. Vinyl hiss and sharp scratch breaks punctuate every bar, giving the whole thing a raw, boom-bap heartbeat that never lets up. The chorus lands like a mission statement — when everything else falls apart, this is the person who carries the weight, the one holding the pieces together when the world keeps clashing and twisting against itself. In the bridge, the tone shifts inward for a moment, framing survival itself as a kind of craft — gathering scattered moments and reshaping them into rhythm, into control. Then the outro brings it back to the turntables, closing with quiet confidence: legacy carved out one verse, one scratch, one fix at a time.
Lyrics
[Epic Intro - DJ epic scratching solo] [Verse 1] Yo, I’m the fixer — step back when I’m on the block, I rebuild kingdoms from the ruins of the shock. Blueprints in my veins, concrete runnin' my blood, I rise through the rubble like I crawled out the mud. Hear the vinyl hiss — that’s the pulse of the street, Scratch breaks slice sharp like teeth when they meet. Gritty loops bang while the city refuses to sleep, I stitch the chaos tight — my craft runs deep. [Chorus] I am the fixer — when the whole thing breaks, Put the pressure on my shoulders, I can carry the weight. In a world where the pieces always clash and twist, I’m the glue, the fire — yeah, I’m the fixer, the fix. [DJ Scratches] [Verse 2] Street scholar, architect, engineer of the grind, I take shattered visions, realign 'em in time. No crack too wide, no fracture I miss, I forge solutions with grit, iron, and fists. With raw-throat vocals spittin' truth from the mic, Boom-bap thunder hittin’ heavy every night. When the map folds wrong and the path goes astray, I rebuild the route — sculpt the world from clay. [Bridge] Life’s a jagged puzzle — I lock every piece, My rhythm brings the calm, my cadence brings release. I gather all the moments that the struggle threw loose, Flip 'em back into rhythm like a shadow on the move. [Chorus] I am the fixer — when the whole thing breaks, Put the pressure on my shoulders, I can carry the weight. In a world where the pieces always clash and twist, I’m the glue, the fire — yeah, I’m the fixer, the fix. [DJ Scratches] [Outro] Let the vinyl spin while I carve out the verse, In the riot of the world, I’m the calm and the burst. Call me the fixer — watch my legacy unfold, In this boom-bap battlefield, I’m the one in control.
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