Tonearm Cue

Cleating lignum-rib male MC, 124 BPM phonograph-tonearm hip hop, piston kick, tight snare, thick bass, cleating loud bars, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑sub bass, ‑handclaps, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals

[Hook: Cleating lignum-rib male MC, loud, cleating]
Tonearm rested so my cue could seat clean
Not a speech, a seating you can prove and mean
Grip the arm, mark the eight, send the next cue through
Booth holds only if the middle rest is true

[Verse 2: Cleating lignum-rib male MC, colder, cleating]
I do not own the booth, I own the middle span
If my arm blanks out, the whole cue loses plan
Fat kick waits on my mouth to call the land
Tight snare answers when the seating meets a hand
No trophy photo, no speech about the past
Just arm on the platter and a rest that has to last
Cleating through the doubt like a vow with no crowd
Loud enough for the arm, quiet enough for the cloud
Someone left a chalk mark where the rest should land
I fight the stick until the rest makes me understand

[Bridge: Cleating lignum-rib male MC, tonearm rest, cleating]
Tonearm rest under both palms
Kick answers hard on the calm
Crew never needs a speech to know
The booth is mine when the rest says so

[Verse 3: Cleating lignum-rib male MC, cleating, louder]
The arm was never stuck, the chalk was the proof
I step back half a pace and let the mark own the roof
Boots on the grade already testing the give
I hear the rest once and know the cue will live
Cleating through the last seat like a vow with no board
Loud enough for the arm, quiet enough for the chord
My job is the middle, not the whistle or the plaque
Rest seats, cue holds, that is the whole attack
Leave the chart folded where the next dawn can see
Tonearm rest means the booth and the mark agree

[Outro: Cleating lignum-rib male MC, proud cold, fat kick rings out and fade]
tonearm rest, Saturday
Tell the booth I said stay

[End]

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[Verse 1: Cleating lignum-rib male MC, cleating] Booth cold under a palm that knows every fray I carry grease and timing and an arm that will not play Top cue holds the first seat, I force and pass it on Evening crew waits on my rest before they cue at dawn Hands on the arm, lungs full of dust and chalk Headset dead for hours, so the voice becomes the walk [Hook: Cleating lignum-rib male MC, loud, cleating] Tonearm rested so my cue could seat clean Not a speech, a seating you can prove and mean Grip the arm, mark the eight, send the next cue through Booth holds only if the middle rest is true [Verse 2: Cleating lignum-rib male MC, colder, cleating] I do not own the booth, I own the middle span If my arm blanks out, the whole cue loses plan Fat kick waits on my mouth to call the land Tight snare answers when the seating meets a hand No trophy photo, no speech about the past Just arm on the platter and a rest that has to last Cleating through the doubt like a vow with no crowd Loud enough for the arm, quiet enough for the cloud Someone left a chalk mark where the rest should land I fight the stick until the rest makes me understand [Bridge: Cleating lignum-rib male MC, tonearm rest, cleating] Tonearm rest under both palms Kick answers hard on the calm Crew never needs a speech to know The booth is mine when the rest says so [Verse 3: Cleating lignum-rib male MC, cleating, louder] The arm was never stuck, the chalk was the proof I step back half a pace and let the mark own the roof Boots on the grade already testing the give I hear the rest once and know the cue will live Cleating through the last seat like a vow with no board Loud enough for the arm, quiet enough for the chord My job is the middle, not the whistle or the plaque Rest seats, cue holds, that is the whole attack Leave the chart folded where the next dawn can see Tonearm rest means the booth and the mark agree [Hook: Cleating lignum-rib male MC, loud, cleating] Tonearm rested so my cue could seat clean Not a speech, a seating you can prove and mean Grip the arm, mark the eight, send the next cue through Booth holds only if the middle rest is true [Outro: Cleating lignum-rib male MC, proud cold, fat kick rings out and fade] tonearm rest, Saturday Tell the booth I said stay [End]

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