Work, Bitch

hardcore hip hop with confessional introspective content mid tempo heavy 808s dark piano sparse trap percussion that lets bars breathe quieter spacious bridge Hip Hop, Rap, Hardcore Hip Hop, Midwest Hip Hop dmx Hip Hop, Rap, East Coast Hip Hop, Gangsta Rap late 90s early 2000s lineage with modern production

V5.5

[intro | spoken-aggressive, beat building underneath]
Say you'd kill to get it call it easy livin', like to sell ya a bridge
Dare to call me privileged, you don't even know what this is
Couldn't for your life, can't hold a 9 to 5
I said do it or die so why are you still alive?

[post-chorus | taunting chant, sparse, syllabic emphasis]
Coulda woulda shoulda
You woulda did it if ya could
Shoulda been you to be rich?
You woulda did it if ya could, bitch!

[verse 1 | dense internal rhyme, technical flow]
Without these MCs I wouldn't know who I am in the universe
Maybe a bitch who says he probably can't spit a verse
So word to Nate, DMX, Fifty and Em
And nerds like Fable, DPS, Dan Bull, and Cam
I'm flyin' high rap is my drug every rhyming line is a lesson
With my life on the line I turned my mind into a weapon
I sweat hard tore my back apart for art while you slept in
Disembarked the backyard smiled at the sharks and lept in
You don't know who I am don't know what I've been through
The genius you see is just what can bleed through
You don't know what it takes don't know the blood I've breathed through
It's not in the genes, the beast that you see is just what it means to-

[chorus | aggressive chant, full beat drop, percussive]
Put in, put in, put in
Put in the work, bitch
Put in the work, put in the work
Put in the work, bitch
I put in, put in, put in
Put in the work, bitch
I put in work, put in work
I put in the work, bitch

[post-chorus | taunting chant, sparse, syllabic emphasis]
Coulda woulda shoulda
You woulda did it if ya could
Shoulda been you to be rich?
You woulda did it if ya could, bitch!

[bridge | half-time, drums dropped, vocal-forward, near-whisper opening shifting menacing]
Oh you're anxious
It might be dangerous
Your tummy's sore
Do it in the mornin'
Sleepin' in hittin' snooze
I never stop tying my own noose
Ya never had ta bite the gun
You don't wanna never gonna-

[chorus | aggressive chant returns, full beat]
Put in, put in, put in
Put in the work, bitch
Put in the work, put in the work
Put in the work, bitch
I put in, put in, put in
Put in the work, bitch
I put in work, put in work
I put in the work, bitch

[post-chorus | taunting chant]
Coulda woulda shoulda
You woulda did it if ya could
Shoulda been you to be rich?
You woulda did it if ya could, bitch!

[verse 2 | looser flow, conversational bite, escalating to attack]
Go ahead run your tongue
Oh geeze - Yeah I'm old, kid
Kid, I'm an OG
Just gonna turn me
Back to the old me
A younger me, demon energy
With no money to front
So thought of other kind of sprees
A kid who saw blood
An' said yum when he'd bleed
Whose whole life is fucked
An' when brought to his knees
Who thought he was stuck
His thoughts never reached a higher being
Said fuck it, but lived when he jumped
So sought a higher tree
Stop comparin' ta me, compared to me you don't even lurk
Fuck, ya all startin' and stoppin' in spurts
All y'all stoppin' just when it starts hurtin'
Fuck ya all I'm not stoppin' till I'm put in the dirt and I-

[chorus | final, maximum intensity]
Put in, put in, put in
Put in the work, bitch
Put in the work, put in the work
Put in the work, bitch
I put in, put in, put in
Put in the work, bitch
I put in work, put in work
I put in the work, bitch

[outro | post-chorus reprise into fade]
Coulda woulda shoulda
You woulda did it if ya could
Shoulda been you to be rich?
You woulda did it if ya could, bitch!

[end]

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[track: genre: hardcore hip-hop + confessional rap, mood: confrontational, dark, defiant, length: 240] [vocals: male, raspy, aggressive, conviction-driven] [instruments: heavy 808s, dark piano, sparse trap percussion, sub bass] [tempo: mid-tempo, hard-hitting] [control: dynamic transitions, intense] [intro | spoken-aggressive, beat building underneath] Say you'd kill to get it call it easy livin', like to sell ya a bridge Dare to call me privileged, you don't even know what this is Couldn't for your life, can't hold a 9 to 5 I said do it or die so why are you still alive? [post-chorus | taunting chant, sparse, syllabic emphasis] Coulda woulda shoulda You woulda did it if ya could Shoulda been you to be rich? You woulda did it if ya could, bitch! [verse 1 | dense internal rhyme, technical flow] Without these MCs I wouldn't know who I am in the universe Maybe a bitch who says he probably can't spit a verse So word to Nate, DMX, Fifty and Em And nerds like Fable, DPS, Dan Bull, and Cam I'm flyin' high rap is my drug every rhyming line is a lesson With my life on the line I turned my mind into a weapon I sweat hard tore my back apart for art while you slept in Disembarked the backyard smiled at the sharks and lept in You don't know who I am don't know what I've been through The genius you see is just what can bleed through You don't know what it takes don't know the blood I've breathed through It's not in the genes, the beast that you see is just what it means to- [chorus | aggressive chant, full beat drop, percussive] Put in, put in, put in Put in the work, bitch Put in the work, put in the work Put in the work, bitch I put in, put in, put in Put in the work, bitch I put in work, put in work I put in the work, bitch [post-chorus | taunting chant, sparse, syllabic emphasis] Coulda woulda shoulda You woulda did it if ya could Shoulda been you to be rich? You woulda did it if ya could, bitch! [bridge | half-time, drums dropped, vocal-forward, near-whisper opening shifting menacing] Oh you're anxious It might be dangerous Your tummy's sore Do it in the mornin' Sleepin' in hittin' snooze I never stop tying my own noose Ya never had ta bite the gun You don't wanna never gonna- [chorus | aggressive chant returns, full beat] Put in, put in, put in Put in the work, bitch Put in the work, put in the work Put in the work, bitch I put in, put in, put in Put in the work, bitch I put in work, put in work I put in the work, bitch [post-chorus | taunting chant] Coulda woulda shoulda You woulda did it if ya could Shoulda been you to be rich? You woulda did it if ya could, bitch! [verse 2 | looser flow, conversational bite, escalating to attack] Go ahead run your tongue Oh geeze - Yeah I'm old, kid Kid, I'm an OG Just gonna turn me Back to the old me A younger me, demon energy With no money to front So thought of other kind of sprees A kid who saw blood An' said yum when he'd bleed Whose whole life is fucked An' when brought to his knees Who thought he was stuck His thoughts never reached a higher being Said fuck it, but lived when he jumped So sought a higher tree Stop comparin' ta me, compared to me you don't even lurk Fuck, ya all startin' and stoppin' in spurts All y'all stoppin' just when it starts hurtin' Fuck ya all I'm not stoppin' till I'm put in the dirt and I- [chorus | final, maximum intensity] Put in, put in, put in Put in the work, bitch Put in the work, put in the work Put in the work, bitch I put in, put in, put in Put in the work, bitch I put in work, put in work I put in the work, bitch [outro | post-chorus reprise into fade] Coulda woulda shoulda You woulda did it if ya could Shoulda been you to be rich? You woulda did it if ya could, bitch! [end]

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