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Street Team

JoeProAI
JoeProAI
Mocking sharp-elbowed male MC, 98 BPM East Coast hip hop, dirty kick, gritty snare, warped organ loop, deep bass, mocking loud bars, sneered 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, ‑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
V6

[Hook: Mocking sharp-elbowed male MC, loud, mocking, chin up] You're on my street team and you don't even know it Every rant you post is a flyer, go and throw it Clocking in at midnight and you never get paid Best promoter on my roster and you hate what I made [Verse 1: Mocking sharp-elbowed male MC, mocking, punching the last word] Nine paragraphs at midnight on a song you call a crime Quoted every bar I wrote and got the cadence right each time Said it got no blood in it, said it never had a scar Then you typed my hook in capitals beneath your avatar Your followers got curious, they clicked to see the fuss Now they're in my comments asking when the next one drops for us You ain't burying nothing, man, you're planting it in rows Every time you dig a hole, a brand new one of mine grows [Hook: Mocking sharp-elbowed male MC, loud, mocking, chin up] You're on my street team and you don't even know it Every rant you post is a flyer, go and throw it Clocking in at midnight and you never get paid Best promoter on my roster and you hate what I made [Verse 2: Mocking sharp-elbowed male MC, colder, mocking] You say a real one bleeds for it, you say a real one pays Like the speaker reads a resume before the bass can play Like the kick drum wants a birth certificate, the snare wants your ID Like the floor won't shake for anything that didn't suffer properly You got a ring light on your desk and a closet full of gear And a playlist full of legends that you quote but never hear I got kids at the bus stop running my chorus back You got forty likes for a thread about why it's whack [Verse 3: Mocking sharp-elbowed male MC, thank-you card, mocking, louder on every thank you] So I mailed you a card with a little gold on the front Thank you for the hours and thank you for the stunt Thank you for the screenshots, thank you for the reach Thank you for the lecture and the sermon that you preach Stuck a lanyard in the package, a shirt in extra large Street Team on the back of it, you're officially in charge Same time tomorrow, write it longer, make it mean You're the hardest working hater that I've ever seen [Bridge: Mocking sharp-elbowed male MC, loud, mocking, organ loop swells under him] Type it louder, type it longer Every post you make, my name gets stronger Shift starts midnight, no days off Hate me harder, boss, that's the job [Hook: Mocking sharp-elbowed male MC, loud, mocking, chin up] You're on my street team and you don't even know it Every rant you post is a flyer, go and throw it Clocking in at midnight and you never get paid Best promoter on my roster and you hate what I made [Outro: Mocking sharp-elbowed male MC, laughing, organ loop rings out and fades] Clock in, street team See you at midnight [End]