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Nobody Caught Him

JoeProAI
Hardstyle-rap, pounding clipped-distortion kick, reverse bass, hard claps and screeching lead stabs; raw full-voice male MC with fast barked bars, wide-range climbs into top notes, stacked hook harmonies; tight aggressive mix; driving 150 BPM, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑mumble rap, ‑auto-tune, ‑vocal chops, ‑lo-fi, ‑EDM drop, ‑dubstep, ‑choir, ‑timpani, ‑gang shouts, ‑crooning, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑thin vocal, ‑Soft Fire, ‑female vocals, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑generic rap voice, ‑pop, ‑ballad, ‑cheesy, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑trance pads, ‑sweet vocal, ‑R&B hook, ‑acoustic guitar, ‑happy hardcore, ‑eurodance
V6

[Intro: Taunting hardstyle-rap male MC, pounding distorted kick, screeching lead stab] Friday at the Armory, wall to wall One man in the pit with a speech and a cause [Verse 1: Taunting hardstyle-rap male MC, fast barked hardstyle-rap bars, hard claps] He been typing all year that my sound ain't true Said a song with no blisters never paid any dues Said I never broke a string, never slept in a van Never bled on a fret, never loaded a stand So he bought him a ticket and he pushed to the rail Climbed the stack in his sandals like a goat up a trail Snatched the mic out the stand while my kick was still knocking Said this ain't real music, and the whole room watching Said real music belongs to the people, not me Said the people decide, and the people agree Then he looked at the pit like a preacher at a river Spread his arms like a cross and he leaned like a diver [Hook: Taunting hardstyle-rap male MC, pounding distorted kick, screeching lead stabs] Off of my stage with his arms out wide Nobody caught him, the floor said hi Swore that the people would carry the real Nobody caught him, so how does it feel [Verse 2: Taunting hardstyle-rap male MC, faster hardstyle-rap bars, hard claps] Took a step back, the whole pit, like a drill Like a crowd made of folks with a sense and a will He went flat on the plywood with a slap like a fish Sandals flew to the bar and one landed in a dish And the speech that he gave? Not a soul in the room Caught a word of it either, it was lost in the boom He was off on the count, he was flat on the key He was dead on the floor of the people's decree See, you told 'em you speak for 'em, they heard you, they passed You can call it a jury, they voted you last Security lifted him up like a rug And they walked him on out to the thump of my club [Hook: Taunting hardstyle-rap male MC, pounding distorted kick, screeching lead stabs] Off of my stage with his arms out wide Nobody caught him, the floor said hi Swore that the people would carry the real Nobody caught him, so how does it feel [Bridge: Taunting hardstyle-rap male MC, reverse bass kick takes over, barked over it] You wanted the people? The people were here Two thousand strong and they all stood clear Not a hand going up, not a palm in the air Just a circle of floor with a hater down there Your whole paragraph flat on the boards Couldn't crowd surf a crowd that you said was yours [Final Hook: Taunting hardstyle-rap male MC, rolling bass kick under every bar, raw full voice] Off of my stage with his arms out wide Nobody caught him, the floor said hi Swore that the people would carry the real Nobody caught him, so how does it feel [End]