Open Season

Old-school gangsta rap with dusty boom-bap drums, upright bass plucks, brushed snare snaps, and a grimy piano loop; verses ride a lazy swing with clipped street-corner phrasing, pre-chorus strips to bass and handclaps, chorus hits with shouted gang doubles and a call-and-response hook, Scratch stabs, tape hiss, and a horn blurt mark transitions; intimate close-mic lead, wide backing shouts, dark and sepia-toned mix, old-time, rap

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[Verse 1]
I came in through the back door
Cigarette burn on the screen door frame
Suit pressed sharp like a switchblade grin
Mama said, "Boy, don't bring home shame"

I learned the code in a pool hall light
Where the dice roll cold and the temper's hot
Two-step clean with my hat pulled low
Every hand I shook got a weathered knot

You talk real big in a rented shine
But your spine folds quick when the bills come due
I keep one eye on the barber pole
And one on the fool with the hollow crew

[Pre-Chorus]
Clock keeps ticking
Boots keep walking
Name on the list
No time for talking

[Chorus]
Open season
Open season
Better run when I call that name
Open season
Open season
Boy, this town ain't built for tame

Open season
(Oh, open season)
Open season
(Yeah, open season)
If you step in my lane tonight
You learn the shape of pain

[Verse 2]
I got a roll of coins and a pocketknife
And a receipt for every crossed-out plan
Met a snitch in the drugstore aisle
He shook like gel in a Mason jar can

I don't need a crown, I need my due
Need my shoes on the floor, my bread in hand
Need that hush when I cross the room
Need that fear like sand in a trampled stand

Your boys act hard in a borrowed car
But they vanish fast when the door swings wide
I make one phone call, one clean look
Then the whole side street learns to hide

[Pre-Chorus]
Clock keeps ticking
Boots keep walking
Name on the list
No time for talking

[Chorus]
Open season
Open season
Better run when I call that name
Open season
Open season
Boy, this town ain't built for tame

Open season
(Oh, open season)
Open season
(Yeah, open season)
If you step in my lane tonight
You learn the shape of pain

[Bridge]
[Breakdown]
Mama's picture in my inside coat
Cold coffee stain on the cuff
You want mercy from a hungry man
You should've known enough

[Chorus]
Open season
Open season
Better run when I call that name
Open season
Open season
Boy, this town ain't built for tame

Open season
(Oh, open season)
Open season
(Yeah, open season)
If you step in my lane tonight
You learn the shape of pain

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[Verse 1] I came in through the back door Cigarette burn on the screen door frame Suit pressed sharp like a switchblade grin Mama said, "Boy, don't bring home shame" I learned the code in a pool hall light Where the dice roll cold and the temper's hot Two-step clean with my hat pulled low Every hand I shook got a weathered knot You talk real big in a rented shine But your spine folds quick when the bills come due I keep one eye on the barber pole And one on the fool with the hollow crew [Pre-Chorus] Clock keeps ticking Boots keep walking Name on the list No time for talking [Chorus] Open season Open season Better run when I call that name Open season Open season Boy, this town ain't built for tame Open season (Oh, open season) Open season (Yeah, open season) If you step in my lane tonight You learn the shape of pain [Verse 2] I got a roll of coins and a pocketknife And a receipt for every crossed-out plan Met a snitch in the drugstore aisle He shook like gel in a Mason jar can I don't need a crown, I need my due Need my shoes on the floor, my bread in hand Need that hush when I cross the room Need that fear like sand in a trampled stand Your boys act hard in a borrowed car But they vanish fast when the door swings wide I make one phone call, one clean look Then the whole side street learns to hide [Pre-Chorus] Clock keeps ticking Boots keep walking Name on the list No time for talking [Chorus] Open season Open season Better run when I call that name Open season Open season Boy, this town ain't built for tame Open season (Oh, open season) Open season (Yeah, open season) If you step in my lane tonight You learn the shape of pain [Bridge] [Breakdown] Mama's picture in my inside coat Cold coffee stain on the cuff You want mercy from a hungry man You should've known enough [Chorus] Open season Open season Better run when I call that name Open season Open season Boy, this town ain't built for tame Open season (Oh, open season) Open season (Yeah, open season) If you step in my lane tonight You learn the shape of pain

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