Pamphlet Proof

Scorching icepick male MC, 94 BPM print-shop hip hop, chalky kick, sharp snare, choked guitar chop, thick bass, scorching loud bars, cold 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, ‑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

[Verse 1: Scorching icepick male MC, scorching, punching the last word]
You stood outside the show with a stack of cheap paper
Said the songs were empty, said the blood was vapor
Typed a pamphlet thick enough to lean against a wall
Lined up the hooks in order so the crowd could see them all
Folks took your sheets to fan themselves between the songs
Then started shouting lines you mocked for being wrong
You came to kill the night with ink and a hard stare
You left as the unofficial lyric man out there

[Verse 2: Scorching icepick male MC, colder, scorching]
You wanted a receipt that the feeling never lands
Like joy needs a notary before it lifts the hands
Like a chorus owes you childhood, a scar, a broken bone
Like dancing does not count unless it comes with a moan
I watched a kid fold your page into a paper plane
He threw it at the stage on the downbeat of my name
Your thesis made a great fan, your quotes made a chart
Hate with good handwriting still knows every part

[Verse 3: Scorching icepick male MC, folded crease, scorching, colder on every line]
I kept one copy, smoothed the crease you made by hand
Read your angry preface like a map of where I stand
You listed every chorus like a crime scene photo set
Thank you for the catalog, thank you for the net
I signed the back in pencil, clean edit, Saturday
Mailed it to the address printed under your display
Your review was entertainment, your reprint is a gift
You printed the proof for me, go and live with it

[Bridge: Scorching icepick male MC, loud, scorching, choked guitar chop cuts under him]
Write the hate, pass it out
Both can be loud, both can be stout
Crease still shows your thumb
Clean copy in the mail, here it comes

[Outro: Scorching icepick male MC, laughing cold, choked guitar chop rings out and fades]
Folded crease, Saturday
Tell the block I said thank you

[End]

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[Hook: Scorching icepick male MC, loud, scorching, chin up] You printed the proof for me, thank you Quoted every hook you swore was hollow through Handed out the hate like it was gospel news Now the whole block sings your pamphlet back at you [Verse 1: Scorching icepick male MC, scorching, punching the last word] You stood outside the show with a stack of cheap paper Said the songs were empty, said the blood was vapor Typed a pamphlet thick enough to lean against a wall Lined up the hooks in order so the crowd could see them all Folks took your sheets to fan themselves between the songs Then started shouting lines you mocked for being wrong You came to kill the night with ink and a hard stare You left as the unofficial lyric man out there [Hook: Scorching icepick male MC, loud, scorching, chin up] You printed the proof for me, thank you Quoted every hook you swore was hollow through Handed out the hate like it was gospel news Now the whole block sings your pamphlet back at you [Verse 2: Scorching icepick male MC, colder, scorching] You wanted a receipt that the feeling never lands Like joy needs a notary before it lifts the hands Like a chorus owes you childhood, a scar, a broken bone Like dancing does not count unless it comes with a moan I watched a kid fold your page into a paper plane He threw it at the stage on the downbeat of my name Your thesis made a great fan, your quotes made a chart Hate with good handwriting still knows every part [Verse 3: Scorching icepick male MC, folded crease, scorching, colder on every line] I kept one copy, smoothed the crease you made by hand Read your angry preface like a map of where I stand You listed every chorus like a crime scene photo set Thank you for the catalog, thank you for the net I signed the back in pencil, clean edit, Saturday Mailed it to the address printed under your display Your review was entertainment, your reprint is a gift You printed the proof for me, go and live with it [Bridge: Scorching icepick male MC, loud, scorching, choked guitar chop cuts under him] Write the hate, pass it out Both can be loud, both can be stout Crease still shows your thumb Clean copy in the mail, here it comes [Hook: Scorching icepick male MC, loud, scorching, chin up] You printed the proof for me, thank you Quoted every hook you swore was hollow through Handed out the hate like it was gospel news Now the whole block sings your pamphlet back at you [Outro: Scorching icepick male MC, laughing cold, choked guitar chop rings out and fades] Folded crease, Saturday Tell the block I said thank you [End]

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