Pawl Tick

Sinking cordierite-rib male MC, 124 BPM trebuchet-winch hip hop, piston kick, tight snare, thick bass, sinking loud bars, ‑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

[Hook: Sinking cordierite-rib male MC, loud, sinking]
Pawl ticked so my throw could seat clean
Not a speech, a seating you can prove and mean
Grip the winch, mark the eight, send the next throw through
Yard holds only if the middle tick is true

[Verse 2: Sinking cordierite-rib male MC, colder, sinking]
I do not own the yard, I own the middle span
If my pawl blanks out, the whole throw loses plan
Fat kick waits on my mouth to call the land
Tight snare answers when the seating meets a hand
No trophy photo, no speech about the past
Just pawl on the winch and a tick that has to last
Sinking through the doubt like a vow with no crowd
Loud enough for the pawl, quiet enough for the cloud
Someone left a chalk mark where the safety should land
I fight the stick until the tick makes me understand

[Bridge: Sinking cordierite-rib male MC, pawl tick, sinking]
Pawl tick under both palms
Snare answers hard on the calm
Crew never needs a speech to know
The yard is mine when the tick says so

[Verse 3: Sinking cordierite-rib male MC, sinking, louder]
The pawl was never stuck, the safety was the proof
I step back half a pace and let the mark own the roof
Boots on the grade already testing the give
I hear the tick once and know the throw will live
Sinking through the last seat like a vow with no board
Loud enough for the winch, quiet enough for the chord
My job is the middle, not the whistle or the plaque
Tick seats, throw holds, that is the whole attack
Leave the chart folded where the next dawn can see
Pawl tick means the yard and the mark agree

[Outro: Sinking cordierite-rib male MC, proud cold, fat kick rings out and fades]
Pawl tick, Saturday
Tell the yard I said stay

[End]

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[Verse 1: Sinking cordierite-rib male MC, sinking] Yard cold under a palm that knows every fray I carry grease and timing and a pawl that will not play Top throw holds the first seat, I force and pass it on Evening crew waits on my tick before they cue at dawn Hands on the winch, lungs full of dust and chalk Headset dead for hours, so the voice becomes the walk [Hook: Sinking cordierite-rib male MC, loud, sinking] Pawl ticked so my throw could seat clean Not a speech, a seating you can prove and mean Grip the winch, mark the eight, send the next throw through Yard holds only if the middle tick is true [Verse 2: Sinking cordierite-rib male MC, colder, sinking] I do not own the yard, I own the middle span If my pawl blanks out, the whole throw loses plan Fat kick waits on my mouth to call the land Tight snare answers when the seating meets a hand No trophy photo, no speech about the past Just pawl on the winch and a tick that has to last Sinking through the doubt like a vow with no crowd Loud enough for the pawl, quiet enough for the cloud Someone left a chalk mark where the safety should land I fight the stick until the tick makes me understand [Bridge: Sinking cordierite-rib male MC, pawl tick, sinking] Pawl tick under both palms Snare answers hard on the calm Crew never needs a speech to know The yard is mine when the tick says so [Verse 3: Sinking cordierite-rib male MC, sinking, louder] The pawl was never stuck, the safety was the proof I step back half a pace and let the mark own the roof Boots on the grade already testing the give I hear the tick once and know the throw will live Sinking through the last seat like a vow with no board Loud enough for the winch, quiet enough for the chord My job is the middle, not the whistle or the plaque Tick seats, throw holds, that is the whole attack Leave the chart folded where the next dawn can see Pawl tick means the yard and the mark agree [Hook: Sinking cordierite-rib male MC, loud, sinking] Pawl ticked so my throw could seat clean Not a speech, a seating you can prove and mean Grip the winch, mark the eight, send the next throw through Yard holds only if the middle tick is true [Outro: Sinking cordierite-rib male MC, proud cold, fat kick rings out and fades] Pawl tick, Saturday Tell the yard I said stay [End]

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