Crypt Written

[INTRO — damaged high-pitched soul sample alone; distant, warped, beautiful but uneasy] [HOOK — dry, restrained Human Emotional Male Vocal; calm and detached; leave heavy space between phrases] Crypt written Routine streets Pierced eyes unseen Smoke heard Inhaled sounds being whistled [BEAT ENTERS — distorted low end arrives; brief instrumental pocket] [VERSE 1 — ENVIRONMENT; composed rap delivery, deep pocket, never theatrical] Tucked in Laced up Face dead their direction traumas triggered Attractions Saturated shoe prints bloody imprints Natural subtractions Traveled bullets Without announcement Substance abuse As self-medicated Fractions [PAUSE — let “Fractions” hang] Trading breath Trapped In abandoned houses Authority ignored Fingers flipped between lines Middle child Type choices… Hmph… [HOOK — same words, slightly heavier pocket; do not make melodic] Crypt written Routine streets Pierced eyes unseen Smoke heard Inhaled sounds being whistled [INSTRUMENTAL BREATH — soul fragment exposed; drums partially disappear] [VERSE 2 — THE MIND; intimate and increasingly fragmented; natural cadence changes, no forced aggression] Detailed descriptive dissociative thoughts Souls window Peaks Intrusive voices with Suicidal identities intimate apologies Talk Without particular tone… [SHORT PAUSE] Time to let go Release religions Toxic relationship Unrelated to realization Purposeful, purposes, purposed purchase without consent For worship. [SOUL SAMPLE ANSWERS — brief] A heart shaped box Find Nirvana from the source Start searching Certain smells, sights, Clouded noise Environments product Influences performance [DELIVERY BECOMES MORE HUMAN — less abstract, more memory] Memories in the attic for storage Mothballs and mold Cedar beams Insulation that’s pink Exposed trust… How I think [HOOK — fragmented performance; bass remains heavy, vocal stays controlled] Crypt written Routine streets Pierced eyes unseen Smoke heard Inhaled sounds being whistled [SHORT INSTRUMENTAL — allow the sample and bass to breathe] [VERSE 3 — THE SELF; clearest and most present vocal of the record; confident but conversational] Few shoes No bags White Tees And gym shorts Nothing fancy Drinks of domestic import Generational wealth Passed to Five children… [POCKET TIGHTENS — increase rhythmic momentum, not vocal volume] Therapy session notepad confessions Monetary possessions minds fire Successful profession No liquor consumed moonshine Satans impression Soaked in ascension No fakes to give Love with Intention. [DRUMS BEGIN STRIPPING AWAY] Muck of mud Blood in blood Bathed in the belly breath of God Presence of patience Patience of presence Held space Learned lessons [NEARLY EMPTY — voice exposed] High-way of lowest ends Worsts greatest… [LONG SILENCE] [ENDING — completely dry, intimate vocal; no performance theatrics] I promise [PAUSE] I’ll go with you [LONG SILENCE — damaged soul fragment returns alone] [FINAL HOOK — clearest vocal of the entire record; present, human, almost no processing] Crypt written Routine streets Pierced eyes unseen Smoke heard Inhaled sounds being whistled [OUTRO — NO MORE VOCALS; soul sample and damaged low end decay]