Up Before the City

Thundering weathered male MC, 96 BPM cinematic street rap, thunderous kick, whip-crack snare, brooding orchestra swells, sub bass, thundering bars, shouted chorus, ‑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, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑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, ‑dancehall, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals

[Intro: Thundering weathered male MC, low and heavy, orchestra rising]
Four o'clock
Streetlights still on
Let's work

[Verse 1: Thundering weathered male MC, thundering, every word on the kick]
Hydraulic arm and the cans go up
Half the block asleep in a silk bed rut
I been on this route since the mayor was a kid
Every alley on the east side, I know what they hid
Gold-leaf door with a camera on the hinge
Man inside call himself self-made, I cringe
He ain't made the coffee, ain't made the bread
Ain't made the bed that he lying in, the maid made the bed
Penthouse dark, got the blackout shades
I'm down here with his bottles and his old-man razor blades
Every bag I lift got his name on a bill
I know more about him than his family will

[Chorus: Thundering weathered male MC, shouted, the orchestra swells]
Up before the city, it was ours before it's yours
Every street you walk on, we were scrubbing it before
Sun ain't even out and the work is in the walls
Up before the city, it was ours before it's yours

[Verse 2: Thundering weathered male MC, thundering, gaining weight]
Baker on Fifth got her hands in the dough
Since a quarter to three and her oven aglow
Motorman yawning in the front of the train
Running empty cars just to check out the lane
Nurse on the night shift with her shoes in her hand
Twelve hours standing, still the steadiest man
Crossing guard sleeping with her vest on the chair
Road crew patching every hole that was there
You gonna wake at nine, call it rise and grind
You ain't rose, you ain't ground, you was sleeping just fine

[Verse 3: Thundering weathered male MC, sunrise roll call, the orchestra enters one instrument per name until every instrument and the drums hit together]
Roll call
Baker, check, bread on the rack
Motorman, check, he got the train on the line
Nurse, check, holding a hand till it's warm
Road crew, check, put a lid on the storm
Me, check, cans on the curb in a row
Now the sun clear the river and the whole town glow
Nine o'clock the man in the penthouse wake
Every single thing he touches, we already made

[Outro: Thundering weathered male MC, steady, the orchestra rings out and fades]
Clock out
Coffee's on you

[End]

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[Intro: Thundering weathered male MC, low and heavy, orchestra rising] Four o'clock Streetlights still on Let's work [Verse 1: Thundering weathered male MC, thundering, every word on the kick] Hydraulic arm and the cans go up Half the block asleep in a silk bed rut I been on this route since the mayor was a kid Every alley on the east side, I know what they hid Gold-leaf door with a camera on the hinge Man inside call himself self-made, I cringe He ain't made the coffee, ain't made the bread Ain't made the bed that he lying in, the maid made the bed Penthouse dark, got the blackout shades I'm down here with his bottles and his old-man razor blades Every bag I lift got his name on a bill I know more about him than his family will [Chorus: Thundering weathered male MC, shouted, the orchestra swells] Up before the city, it was ours before it's yours Every street you walk on, we were scrubbing it before Sun ain't even out and the work is in the walls Up before the city, it was ours before it's yours [Verse 2: Thundering weathered male MC, thundering, gaining weight] Baker on Fifth got her hands in the dough Since a quarter to three and her oven aglow Motorman yawning in the front of the train Running empty cars just to check out the lane Nurse on the night shift with her shoes in her hand Twelve hours standing, still the steadiest man Crossing guard sleeping with her vest on the chair Road crew patching every hole that was there You gonna wake at nine, call it rise and grind You ain't rose, you ain't ground, you was sleeping just fine [Chorus: Thundering weathered male MC, shouted, the orchestra swells] Up before the city, it was ours before it's yours Every street you walk on, we were scrubbing it before Sun ain't even out and the work is in the walls Up before the city, it was ours before it's yours [Verse 3: Thundering weathered male MC, sunrise roll call, the orchestra enters one instrument per name until every instrument and the drums hit together] Roll call Baker, check, bread on the rack Motorman, check, he got the train on the line Nurse, check, holding a hand till it's warm Road crew, check, put a lid on the storm Me, check, cans on the curb in a row Now the sun clear the river and the whole town glow Nine o'clock the man in the penthouse wake Every single thing he touches, we already made [Chorus: Thundering weathered male MC, shouted, the orchestra swells] Up before the city, it was ours before it's yours Every street you walk on, we were scrubbing it before Sun ain't even out and the work is in the walls Up before the city, it was ours before it's yours [Outro: Thundering weathered male MC, steady, the orchestra rings out and fades] Clock out Coffee's on you [End]

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