BLOOD IN THE INK Woaaaaaaaah baby ! (Echoes) Woaaaaaaaah baby ! (Echoes) Woaaaaaaaah baby ! (Echoes) [Verse 1] I throw my heart into these songs. But still they say it’s wrong. Think they meant raw, because I’m pulling at these thoughts like I’m drawing straws. Oops, I meant to say I’m making a star. Quick start- move hard- all heart Blood all in this ink. Here in an instance but gone in a blink. I only come for visits. Hop on the instrumental get in the mental ring and kill the monster then I’m gone off the beat. Don’t need retweets need real things. Pleasure joy relief from these dark parts that nobody ever sees. So I hop on the music make that bitch bleed. Gotta crowd forming in my head Woah baby! Standing ovation from the voices I ain’t said. They want an encore, I want ’em all dead. Not literally, lyrically, put ’em to bed. Woah baby! I got a screw loose, still turning heads, They say I’m nuts, I say I’m ahead. Got a few loose ends, tied ‘em into a thread, Now I’m sewing up the wounds with the words that I bled. Woah baby! They want a piece of my mind, better bring a receipt, I been losing it for years, ain’t accepting returns on the lease. Got a chip on my shoulder, now the shoulder got beef, I don’t carry a grudge, I got grudges carrying me. Woah baby! [Hook: Rhythmic Male Rap, Tight Vocal Doubles] Blood in the ink, got my heart on the beat, I don’t write for applause, I write till it bleeds. They want a piece of my mind, better pay for the lease, I don’t need your approval, I got bars on repeat. [Layered Vocals: Main Voice and Lower-Pitched Double] I question what it does to me. I question what it does to me. [Background Vocal: Quiet, Slightly Distorted] (What it does to me…) (What it does to me…) [Verse 2] They say I need a filter, I said, “For what, the sink?” Cause everything I bottle up eventually leaks. I got a way with words, they got a way of getting weak, I don’t need to raise my voice when the syllables speak. I got a criminal record, every track is a felony, Murdering beats, but the evidence ain’t telling me. They say I’m out of line, I say that’s where the melody be, I don’t follow the script, I make the script remember me. I got a short fuse, but my thoughts got extensions, A long list of problems with a short attention. They say I need direction, I said, “Check your dimensions,” I’m thinking outside the box while they boxed in their intentions. Got a lot on my plate, but I ain’t eating excuses, My train of thought derailed, still arriving with conclusions. They tried to read between the lines, got lost in the music, Cause I write in double meanings, even silence gets confusing. [Hook: Rhythmic Male Rap, Tight Vocal Doubles] Blood in the ink, got my heart on the beat, I don’t write for applause, I write till it bleeds. They want a piece of my mind, better pay for the lease, I don’t need your approval, I got bars on repeat. [Layered Vocals: Main Voice and Lower-Pitched Double] I question what it does to me. I question what it does to me. [Background Vocal: Quiet, Slightly Distorted] (What it does to me…) (What it does to me…) [Verse 3] I got bars behind bars, that’s a lyrical sentence, Doing life on a beat without legal representation. My flow got convictions, every verse got a sentence, And the judge gave me time, so I mastered every second. I don’t chase the spotlight, I make shadows compete, Got a skeleton of a song, put the flesh on the beat. They say I’m hard to digest, I said, “Chew what you speak,” Cause I serve food for thought, leave the critics with their teeth. I got a way with the words, but the words got a way, Of turning every little thing that I shouldn’t fucking say, Into something worth repeating, now they quote what I hate, Funny how they call it garbage till it’s something they can take. [Final Hook: Aggressive Male Rap, Stacked Vocal Doubles] Blood in the ink, got my heart on the beat, I don’t write for applause, I write till it bleeds. They want a piece of my mind, better pay for the lease, I don’t need your approval, I got bars on repeat. [Layered Vocals: Main Voice, Low Harmony, Wide Doubles] I question what it does to me. I question what it does to me. [Background Vocals: Fading Echo] (What it does to me…) (What it does to me…)
