Peel Weight

Battening pine-rib male MC, 132 BPM pizza-peel hip hop, snappy kick, tight snare, round bass, peel tick, battening cold hooks, loud, ‑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

V6-WILD

[Hook: Battening pine-rib male MC, loud, battening]
Shared peel kept the hot pie true
Not mine, not his, the one the oven knew
Wood on the stone and let the chorus do the rest
Family lives as long as that slide is blessed

[Verse 2: Battening pine-rib male MC, colder, battening]
Boy you talk a lot for somebody short on aim
I been watching how you measure every claim
Your two wishes bought ego, mine buys the floor
I put the handle in your palm so you ask for more
Not a gift, a tactic, watch the form reboot
Your grip comes back truer when my count shoots
I do not need the credit, I need the night alive
Keep sliding, I will keep the darkness in the drive

[Verse 3: Battening pine-rib male MC, peel weight, battening]
He tips the handle, I catch the peel weight slow
Peel tick keeps time as the glow goes low
My own hook finishes from a mouth that knows the shape
Kid turns back around like he never planned escape
He nods once, already walking toward the bay
I finish the verse he purchased with a stay
Battening bars with somebody who spends on purpose
Last peel was a lesson and a circus

[Bridge: Battening pine-rib male MC, loud, battening]
My count, his grip, their feet on the tile
I buy the night then I walk the aisle

[Bridge 2: Battening pine-rib male MC, battening, colder]
I leave the peel quiet for the next clean try
He watches the oven like a private sky
No pep talk, just a line he can repeat
Battening the lesson into his feet

[Outro: Battening pine-rib male MC, smiling sharp, peel tick rings out and fades]
Peel weight, still spinning
Tell the oven we keep winning

[End]

2209/7500

[Verse 1: Battening pine-rib male MC, battening, sharp] Oven glow with a peel in a practiced hand Kid thinks the slide is a one-man plan I had two pies sweating on the stone He had one grip flashing like a private throne Crew was thinning out toward the lot We kept working lines across the hot spot I lined my peels up like a little throne He laughed and said the last weight is his own [Hook: Battening pine-rib male MC, loud, battening] Shared peel kept the hot pie true Not mine, not his, the one the oven knew Wood on the stone and let the chorus do the rest Family lives as long as that slide is blessed [Verse 2: Battening pine-rib male MC, colder, battening] Boy you talk a lot for somebody short on aim I been watching how you measure every claim Your two wishes bought ego, mine buys the floor I put the handle in your palm so you ask for more Not a gift, a tactic, watch the form reboot Your grip comes back truer when my count shoots I do not need the credit, I need the night alive Keep sliding, I will keep the darkness in the drive [Verse 3: Battening pine-rib male MC, peel weight, battening] He tips the handle, I catch the peel weight slow Peel tick keeps time as the glow goes low My own hook finishes from a mouth that knows the shape Kid turns back around like he never planned escape He nods once, already walking toward the bay I finish the verse he purchased with a stay Battening bars with somebody who spends on purpose Last peel was a lesson and a circus [Bridge: Battening pine-rib male MC, loud, battening] My count, his grip, their feet on the tile I buy the night then I walk the aisle [Bridge 2: Battening pine-rib male MC, battening, colder] I leave the peel quiet for the next clean try He watches the oven like a private sky No pep talk, just a line he can repeat Battening the lesson into his feet [Hook: Battening pine-rib male MC, loud, battening] Shared peel kept the hot pie true Not mine, not his, the one the oven knew Wood on the stone and let the chorus do the rest Family lives as long as that slide is blessed [Outro: Battening pine-rib male MC, smiling sharp, peel tick rings out and fades] Peel weight, still spinning Tell the oven we keep winning [End]

0/500