Apartment 4CE
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Musical DNA
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- Tempo
- 73 BPM · 146 double-time
- Hook
- Comes in at 0:34
- Loudness
- -8.2 LUFS
- True peak
- -0.4 dBTP
The tick on the loudness bar is -14 LUFS, where most streaming services set playback. The hook is the part the song repeats most.
Lyrics
(knock knock) (who that)
Four C! (four C!) Peephole! (peephole!)
Ms. Pearl seen everything. She don't sleep, though.
Four C! (four C!) Chain on! (chain on!)
Knew who did it 'fore the block knew a thing was wrong
Knock knock! (who that?) Say your name! (say it!)
She ain't the police. She just keep the buildin' sane.
Quincy Street, the fourth floor, door with the mat that say GO AWAY
Housecoat, slippers, reading glasses on a chain
She know what time you leave, what time you lie about
Know the sound your key make when you drunk and when you not
Summer I was twelve, 2F got hit, they took the TV
And the rent that Mr. Bailey kept inside a tin of tea
Everybody in the lobby talkin' 'bout they calling who
Ms. Pearl ain't say a word. Went upstairs. Put on her shoes.
Walked nine blocks in August to a woman that she knew
Said "your grandson got they TV. You gon' handle it, or me?"
Four C! (four C!) Peephole! (peephole!)
Ms. Pearl seen everything. She don't sleep, though.
Four C! (four C!) Chain on! (chain on!)
Knew who did it 'fore the block knew a thing was wrong
TV back by six o'clock. Carried up three flights of stairs.
Tin of tea was on the mat. Not a dollar short. No cops.
Boy came by that Sunday, had to carry up her bags
Every Sunday for a year. That's the sentence that he had.
I know 'cause I'm the boy. Yeah. Now you see.
Thirty-two years old and I still hear her callin' me
"Solomon. Them bags ain't gon' walk theyself." Alright.
She went last March. In her chair. Peephole side. Hall light.
Whole buildin' at the service. Even 2F. Even me up front.
Somebody else in 4C now. I still knock. Once.
Knock knock... (who that?)
It's Solomon, Ms. Pearl.
"Boy, I know who it is."
(FOUR C!)
Four C! (four C!) Peephole! (peephole!)
Ms. Pearl seen everything. She don't sleep, though.
Four C! (four C!) Chain on! (chain on!)
Knew who did it 'fore the block knew a thing was wrong
Knock knock! (who that?) Say your name! (say it!)
Every buildin' need a 4C. Ours is empty. It ain't the same.
About “Apartment 4C”
- Artist
- SOLOMON BLACK
- Genre
- East Coast Rap
- Released
- Sep 21, 2026
- Length
- 2:31
- Content
- Explicit
Born storyteller from Bed-Stuy. Paints pictures so vivid you smell the block. Every verse is a short film. The heir to East Coast lyricism when everyone else forgot how to rap.
