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DON’T GET IT TWISTED

Mrs.Robinson
BEAT: Hard sexy street R&B/hip-hop, 96 BPM, unusual freestyle-session groove, Massive deep 808: hit 1, short 1-and, deep 2, punch 3, slide 3-and→4, long sustain 4-and, Add sudden 808 drops/cutouts for punchlines, Hard kicks, crisp snares, tight hats, occasional triplet bursts, unpredictable beat switches, Dark Brooklyn bounce with Southern swing, Short chopped “ah/uh/yeah” female vocal hits used like percussion—no full phrases, no choir, no crowd, no humming, or no echo, No piano, no soft intro, no pop gloss, VOCAL: Mature Black female, natural New York/Brooklyn conversational tone, sexy, street, grown, gritty, confident, Freestyle delivery with talking-to-singing-to-rap switches, sharp attitude, natural rhythm, and spontaneous ad-libs, Clear lead, raw personality, no robotic or no glossy pop vocals
V6

[INTRO — FREESTYLE SPOKEN] Yeah… Uh… Don’t tell me what to do with this beat. I’m feeling this one. Turn it up. (Yeah… there we go) [VERSE 1] I got that walk like I already know, Whole lotta flavor when I step through the door. I don’t need permission, I don’t need a cosign, I been this way, baby, this is my time. (That’s right) Little bit of sweet, little bit of street, Little bit of attitude when I move my feet. I can switch my mood, I can switch my tone, I can turn a quiet night into my own zone. (Ha! Come on) I ain’t dressed for nobody, I’m dressed how I feel, Everything about me authentic, everything real. I don’t do too much, but somehow it’s a lot, I could walk in relaxed and still shake up the spot. (Mmm… yeah) [HOOK] No chance, no chance, I came in here to do my own dance. No plans, no script, Just a little bit of edge with a whole lotta drip. (Yeah!) No chance, no chance, I got my own rhythm, got my own stance. Don’t need a reason, don’t need an excuse, I’m feeling myself— That’s just what I do. (Ha! That’s me!) [VERSE 2 — FREESTYLE FLOW] Okay… Let me talk my talk. I got a little New York in the way I speak, Little bit of Southern when I’m feeling sweet. I can be classy, I can get real raw, Still keep it grown, still break every law— Not the legal kind… I’m talking rules. (Ha! You know what I mean) I don’t follow trends, I remix the mood, Take a regular night, make it feel brand new. I got confidence sitting right under my skin, Ain’t gotta announce it when I walk in. (You see it!) And if I laugh, let me laugh, if I dance, let me dance, If I feel myself, baby, that’s my business. I worked too hard to be scared of my shine, This ain’t arrogance— This is knowing what’s mine. (That’s it!) [HOOK] No chance, no chance, I came in here to do my own dance. No plans, no script, Just a little bit of edge with a whole lotta drip. (Uh-huh!) No chance, no chance, I got my own rhythm, got my own stance. Don’t need a reason, don’t need an excuse, I’m feeling myself— That’s just what I do. (Yeah!) [OUTRO — LOOSE FREESTYLE] Yeah… That’s how I’m feeling. No script. No explanation. Just me on the beat. (Mmm) Hard beat… Good mood… Little attitude… And that’s enough. (Ha!) Run that back.