One More Round, Oscar

Defiant ragged-throated male MC, 110 BPM tango rap, bandoneon, cello section, rock-solid kick, rimshot snare, upright bass, defiant full-chest bars, shouted hooks, ‑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, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals

[Intro: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, bandoneon alone, then the drum kit and cellos crash in]
Thursday, Oscar
Put the record on

[Verse 1: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, defiant, loud and steady]
Gym on the second floor over the shoe repair
Cello on the speaker where the bell should be there
Old man in a vest with a towel and a grin
Said boxing is a dance, so the dance gotta win
Taught me the ocho on the kitchen tile
Pivot on the ball, hold your hands, then smile
Sacada, kid, step into his space
Take the ground he standing on and live in his place

[Hook: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, full chest, shouted]
Dance with me one more round, Oscar
Hands up high and the cellos loud
Lead me through the fire like you led me through the crowd
Dance with me one more round, Oscar

[Verse 2: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, defiant, harder]
Fall came and took him and the gym went still
Gloves on the hook and the rent on the sill
Sold the speed bag, kept the record crate
Kept his tango playing when I trained up late
Now the title in the arena, lights in my face
Walk-out music is his Thursday place
Champion laughing at the cello and the squeeze
Say I came to fight, not to dance with ease

[Verse 3: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, defiant, hurting, ragged and roaring]
Ten rounds deep and I'm losing on the cards
Eye swelling shut and my ribs on guard
Corner man yelling, but I hear another voice
Thursday on the tile and it's leaving me no choice
Quit throwing jabs and I go to his feet
Ocho on the left, let the right one meet

[Bridge: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, sacada, roared, cellos rising under the bandoneon, one held cello note]
Step inside, take his ground
Champion tangled and he going down
Right hand falling like a curtain on a show
Oscar, did you see it, did you see me go

[Verse 4: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, defiant, slower and proud]
Ref counting ten and the belt round my waist
Tears in the blood and it's bittersweet taste
Thursday at the club I'ma walk in the door
Put the belt on his chair and the record on the floor

[Outro: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, quieter but firm, bandoneon and cello ring out and fade]
One more round
Thursday, Oscar

[End]

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[Intro: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, bandoneon alone, then the drum kit and cellos crash in] Thursday, Oscar Put the record on [Verse 1: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, defiant, loud and steady] Gym on the second floor over the shoe repair Cello on the speaker where the bell should be there Old man in a vest with a towel and a grin Said boxing is a dance, so the dance gotta win Taught me the ocho on the kitchen tile Pivot on the ball, hold your hands, then smile Sacada, kid, step into his space Take the ground he standing on and live in his place [Hook: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, full chest, shouted] Dance with me one more round, Oscar Hands up high and the cellos loud Lead me through the fire like you led me through the crowd Dance with me one more round, Oscar [Verse 2: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, defiant, harder] Fall came and took him and the gym went still Gloves on the hook and the rent on the sill Sold the speed bag, kept the record crate Kept his tango playing when I trained up late Now the title in the arena, lights in my face Walk-out music is his Thursday place Champion laughing at the cello and the squeeze Say I came to fight, not to dance with ease [Hook: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, full chest, shouted] Dance with me one more round, Oscar Hands up high and the cellos loud Lead me through the fire like you led me through the crowd Dance with me one more round, Oscar [Verse 3: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, defiant, hurting, ragged and roaring] Ten rounds deep and I'm losing on the cards Eye swelling shut and my ribs on guard Corner man yelling, but I hear another voice Thursday on the tile and it's leaving me no choice Quit throwing jabs and I go to his feet Ocho on the left, let the right one meet [Bridge: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, sacada, roared, cellos rising under the bandoneon, one held cello note] Step inside, take his ground Champion tangled and he going down Right hand falling like a curtain on a show Oscar, did you see it, did you see me go [Verse 4: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, defiant, slower and proud] Ref counting ten and the belt round my waist Tears in the blood and it's bittersweet taste Thursday at the club I'ma walk in the door Put the belt on his chair and the record on the floor [Hook: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, full chest, shouted] Dance with me one more round, Oscar Hands up high and the cellos loud Lead me through the fire like you led me through the crowd Dance with me one more round, Oscar [Outro: Defiant ragged-throated male MC, quieter but firm, bandoneon and cello ring out and fade] One more round Thursday, Oscar [End]

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