Still Gets In

Aggressive scornful male MC, 93 BPM bomba rap, barril drums, cua sticks, maraca, punchy kick, bass guitar, scornful full-chest bars, shouted hooks, ‑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

[Verse 1: Aggressive scornful male MC, scornful, loud and quick]
Friday at the social club, the barrels tuned tight
Floor packed to the door on a sweat-soaked night
Here you come with your arms crossed, front row, chin high
Little orange foam plugs and a dare in your eye
Told the whole block it was noise with no heart in it
No hands on the skin and no sweat, no art to it
So you plant at the stage like a post in a coat
Gonna prove it's all empty, not a bounce, not a note

[Verse 2: Aggressive scornful male MC, scornful, harder]
Bomba is a talk between the drum and the feet
Dancer throws a shape and the drummer gotta meet
So I point at you, partner, now you dancing with Nando
He reads every twitch, every blink, every tempo
Your knee went first, you blamed it on the floor
Then your shoulder had a thought it ain't had before
Neck start nodding like it's got its own plan
And the plugs start crawling out the ears of the man

[Bridge: Aggressive scornful male MC, subidor duel, shouted, barril and voice alone, blow for blow]
Hey, Nando, hit him
Slap
Hey, Nando, hit him again
Slap
Right on the low one, right in the chest
Shake that foam out, do the rest
Left one popped and it rolled by the amp
Right one bounced off a cable and a lamp
Both on the boards and his ears wide open
Look at his face, man, his whole case broken

[Verse 3: Aggressive scornful male MC, scornful, colder, every word bitten off]
Now you backing to the exit with your hands on your head
Saying it was only volume, that is all that you said
But volume don't make your heel tap twice
Volume don't make your hips lie
I picked them plugs up, put them in a bag
Marked them slightly used with a little price tag
Twenty at the merch, they sold in a minute
Proof that the sound got in, man, you were in it

[Outro: Aggressive scornful male MC, laughing, barril drums ring out and fade]
Plug your ears
It still gets in

[End]

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[Hook: Aggressive scornful male MC, full chest, shouted] Plug your ears, it still gets in Through the foam, through the bone, through the skin Fold your arms, I can see that grin Plug your ears, it still gets in [Verse 1: Aggressive scornful male MC, scornful, loud and quick] Friday at the social club, the barrels tuned tight Floor packed to the door on a sweat-soaked night Here you come with your arms crossed, front row, chin high Little orange foam plugs and a dare in your eye Told the whole block it was noise with no heart in it No hands on the skin and no sweat, no art to it So you plant at the stage like a post in a coat Gonna prove it's all empty, not a bounce, not a note [Hook: Aggressive scornful male MC, full chest, shouted] Plug your ears, it still gets in Through the foam, through the bone, through the skin Fold your arms, I can see that grin Plug your ears, it still gets in [Verse 2: Aggressive scornful male MC, scornful, harder] Bomba is a talk between the drum and the feet Dancer throws a shape and the drummer gotta meet So I point at you, partner, now you dancing with Nando He reads every twitch, every blink, every tempo Your knee went first, you blamed it on the floor Then your shoulder had a thought it ain't had before Neck start nodding like it's got its own plan And the plugs start crawling out the ears of the man [Bridge: Aggressive scornful male MC, subidor duel, shouted, barril and voice alone, blow for blow] Hey, Nando, hit him Slap Hey, Nando, hit him again Slap Right on the low one, right in the chest Shake that foam out, do the rest Left one popped and it rolled by the amp Right one bounced off a cable and a lamp Both on the boards and his ears wide open Look at his face, man, his whole case broken [Hook: Aggressive scornful male MC, full chest, shouted] Plug your ears, it still gets in Through the foam, through the bone, through the skin Fold your arms, I can see that grin Plug your ears, it still gets in [Verse 3: Aggressive scornful male MC, scornful, colder, every word bitten off] Now you backing to the exit with your hands on your head Saying it was only volume, that is all that you said But volume don't make your heel tap twice Volume don't make your hips lie I picked them plugs up, put them in a bag Marked them slightly used with a little price tag Twenty at the merch, they sold in a minute Proof that the sound got in, man, you were in it [Outro: Aggressive scornful male MC, laughing, barril drums ring out and fade] Plug your ears It still gets in [End]

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