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JoeProAI
JoeProAI
Harpooning wreck-yard male MC, 122 BPM scrape-wall hip hop, solid kick, tight snare, buzzing bass, scraper tick, harpooning shouted bars, ‑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: Harpooning wreck-yard male MC, loud, harpooning] Under paste there is another hand Somebody painted truth before my brand I came to strip a wall I thought was mine Found my mother waiting in the line [Verse 1: Harpooning wreck-yard male MC, harpooning, digging] Landlord sold the building, gave me one last week I brought a scraper like a confession on a streak My wall piece was a boast I sprayed at twenty-two Colors loud enough to dare the block to move Peeling back the top coat felt like shedding skin Paste edge showed a softer brush had once been in Floral letters, careful, nothing like my tag A name I had not said since I was half a bag [Hook: Harpooning wreck-yard male MC, loud, harpooning] Under paste there is another hand Somebody painted truth before my brand I came to strip a wall I thought was mine Found my mother waiting in the line [Verse 2: Harpooning wreck-yard male MC, harpooning, colder] She painted nights while I pretended not to look Said the wall was practice from a library art book I covered it with ego when I got my first rent Thought covering her quiet made me permanent Scraper caught a petal she had shaded in by hand I sat on the bucket like a boy who understands Late that the inheritance was never in the rent It was under paste the whole time I spent [Verse 3: Harpooning wreck-yard male MC, paste edge, harpooning] I left a window of her work inside my strip Paste edge clean around the place her letters sit New owners can paint over whatever they decide That square stays hers even if the rest has died Harpooning through my own myth until it bled Mother in the plaster saying what I never said I put the scraper down and took a longer breath Some walls are archives wearing fresh paint death [Bridge: Harpooning wreck-yard male MC, loud, harpooning, kick hits hard] Strip the boast, keep the bloom Room enough for both in this tomb Paste edge is a frame now Her hand, my name, somehow [Hook: Harpooning wreck-yard male MC, loud, harpooning] Under paste there is another hand Somebody painted truth before my brand I came to strip a wall I thought was mine Found my mother waiting in the line [Outro: Harpooning wreck-yard male MC, quieter, scraper tick rings out and fades] Paste edge, left open Tell her the wall said hello [End]