Working Title

Cutthroat gloating female MC, 92 BPM boom-bap, knuckle-crack kick, slap-back snare, upright bass loop, chopped vinyl guitar sample, gloating loud bars, shouted punchlines, ‑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 female vocal, ‑male vocals

[Verse 1: Cutthroat gloating female MC, gloating, punching every last word]
Same man at the party, same spot by the wall
Got a hoodie and a theory and a whole lot of gall
Says he's got an album and it's ninety percent
Been ninety percent since the rent was the rent
Says my records come too quick, says nobody that fast
Ever made something real, ever made something last
Brother, I been writing on the bus to my shift
While you fuss with one snare like it's some kind of gift

[Verse 2: Cutthroat gloating female MC, colder, gloating]
Ten years, one beat and a folder of notes
Nine hundred dollar mic and it never once spoke
Got a name for the album and he tells it all night
Coldest Thing Alive, says it's gonna be right
Says it like a promise, says it like a threat
Not a single bar behind it, not a chorus yet
Meanwhile I put out four and I'm halfway through five
And the fifth one got a title you know, Coldest Thing Alive

[Verse 3: Cutthroat gloating female MC, tracklist read-out, gloating, louder on every title]
Flip the tape over, let me read you the back
Track one, Coldest Thing Alive, yeah, that's yours, I took that
Track two, Ninety Percent, track three, Almost Done
Track four, Hoodie by the Speaker, track five, Never Begun
Track six, Folder of Notes, track seven, Mic That Never Spoke
Track eight, Any Day Now, that one's the joke
Every name you ever bragged on, I recorded and pressed
Your whole album finally dropped, and it's mine, get some rest

[Bridge: Cutthroat gloating female MC, loud, gloating, right in his face]
Say it ain't real, then play me yours
Hum me one bar, I'll hold the doors
Nothing? Nothing. Not one note?
Then fold that hoodie, go find your coat

[Outro: Cutthroat gloating female MC, laughing, guitar sample rings out and fades]
Working title
Mine got finished

[End]

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[Hook: Cutthroat gloating female MC, loud, gloating, full chest] Working title, ten years, no song Talking like a legend but you never played one Say mine ain't real 'cause I finish what I start Working title, that's a name with no heart [Verse 1: Cutthroat gloating female MC, gloating, punching every last word] Same man at the party, same spot by the wall Got a hoodie and a theory and a whole lot of gall Says he's got an album and it's ninety percent Been ninety percent since the rent was the rent Says my records come too quick, says nobody that fast Ever made something real, ever made something last Brother, I been writing on the bus to my shift While you fuss with one snare like it's some kind of gift [Hook: Cutthroat gloating female MC, loud, gloating, full chest] Working title, ten years, no song Talking like a legend but you never played one Say mine ain't real 'cause I finish what I start Working title, that's a name with no heart [Verse 2: Cutthroat gloating female MC, colder, gloating] Ten years, one beat and a folder of notes Nine hundred dollar mic and it never once spoke Got a name for the album and he tells it all night Coldest Thing Alive, says it's gonna be right Says it like a promise, says it like a threat Not a single bar behind it, not a chorus yet Meanwhile I put out four and I'm halfway through five And the fifth one got a title you know, Coldest Thing Alive [Verse 3: Cutthroat gloating female MC, tracklist read-out, gloating, louder on every title] Flip the tape over, let me read you the back Track one, Coldest Thing Alive, yeah, that's yours, I took that Track two, Ninety Percent, track three, Almost Done Track four, Hoodie by the Speaker, track five, Never Begun Track six, Folder of Notes, track seven, Mic That Never Spoke Track eight, Any Day Now, that one's the joke Every name you ever bragged on, I recorded and pressed Your whole album finally dropped, and it's mine, get some rest [Bridge: Cutthroat gloating female MC, loud, gloating, right in his face] Say it ain't real, then play me yours Hum me one bar, I'll hold the doors Nothing? Nothing. Not one note? Then fold that hoodie, go find your coat [Hook: Cutthroat gloating female MC, loud, gloating, full chest] Working title, ten years, no song Talking like a legend but you never played one Say mine ain't real 'cause I finish what I start Working title, that's a name with no heart [Outro: Cutthroat gloating female MC, laughing, guitar sample rings out and fades] Working title Mine got finished [End]

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