Let the Record Show

Unflinching grief-hardened male MC, 100 BPM piano hip hop, stark piano loop, slamming snare and kick, cello swells, dark bass, unflinching loud bars, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑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

[Verse 2: Unflinching grief-hardened male MC, unflinching, harder]
Tasha, thirty-one, she was a nurse on the night shift
Held a stranger's hand for hours, never once took a gift
Front row at my games with a cowbell and a sign
Couldn't sing a note but she would sing it every time
Taught me how to fight and then she taught me when to stop
Taught me how to drive in the lot behind the shop
On my birthday she was driving with a cake on the seat
Thirty minutes from my party and you met her on the street

[Hook: Unflinching grief-hardened male MC, loud, unflinching, drums hit hard]
Let the record show she was here
Loud in every room, front row every year
Ain't asking you for sorry, I'm asking you to hear
Let the record show she was here

[Bridge: Unflinching grief-hardened male MC, steady, piano only]
Last thing that she sent me was a message on my phone
Four in the afternoon and she was singing it alone
I ain't gonna read the rest, I'm gonna let her have the floor
Your Honor, this is her, put this in the record, for sure

[Verse 3: Unflinching grief-hardened male MC, unflinching, voice cracking but loud]
Happy birthday to you, and she's laughing on the note
Way off-key and cracking with the frosting in her throat
Happy birthday, baby brother, I'm on my way, don't start
Save me the first slice, I'm bringing you my heart
That's the sound you took, sir, that's the sound in my head
That's the one I play at night before I go to bed
I ain't here to hate you, I ain't got the space
I'm here so she's louder than the number in this place

[Hook: Unflinching grief-hardened male MC, gallery stands, unflinching, drums come back one by one until the whole room is up]
Let the record show she was here
Loud in every room, front row every year
Ain't asking you for sorry, I'm asking you to hear
Let the record show she was here

[Outro: Unflinching grief-hardened male MC, steady, piano rings out and fades]
She was here
Put it in the record

[End]

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[Verse 1: Unflinching grief-hardened male MC, unflinching, stark piano, each word set down hard] Your Honor, I got three minutes and I wrote it on a page Then I tore it up this morning, so I'm talking off the rage He's gonna get his number and the number gets a line And the paper says the blood was point one nine That's the paper, that's the record, that's the end of the file But the paper never heard her laugh or saw her smile So I'm here to put her in it, every inch that she was owed Before you close the folder and he takes the long road [Verse 2: Unflinching grief-hardened male MC, unflinching, harder] Tasha, thirty-one, she was a nurse on the night shift Held a stranger's hand for hours, never once took a gift Front row at my games with a cowbell and a sign Couldn't sing a note but she would sing it every time Taught me how to fight and then she taught me when to stop Taught me how to drive in the lot behind the shop On my birthday she was driving with a cake on the seat Thirty minutes from my party and you met her on the street [Hook: Unflinching grief-hardened male MC, loud, unflinching, drums hit hard] Let the record show she was here Loud in every room, front row every year Ain't asking you for sorry, I'm asking you to hear Let the record show she was here [Bridge: Unflinching grief-hardened male MC, steady, piano only] Last thing that she sent me was a message on my phone Four in the afternoon and she was singing it alone I ain't gonna read the rest, I'm gonna let her have the floor Your Honor, this is her, put this in the record, for sure [Verse 3: Unflinching grief-hardened male MC, unflinching, voice cracking but loud] Happy birthday to you, and she's laughing on the note Way off-key and cracking with the frosting in her throat Happy birthday, baby brother, I'm on my way, don't start Save me the first slice, I'm bringing you my heart That's the sound you took, sir, that's the sound in my head That's the one I play at night before I go to bed I ain't here to hate you, I ain't got the space I'm here so she's louder than the number in this place [Hook: Unflinching grief-hardened male MC, gallery stands, unflinching, drums come back one by one until the whole room is up] Let the record show she was here Loud in every room, front row every year Ain't asking you for sorry, I'm asking you to hear Let the record show she was here [Outro: Unflinching grief-hardened male MC, steady, piano rings out and fades] She was here Put it in the record [End]

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