Salt Run

Roaring Buffalo male MC, 98 BPM rap, plate kick, whip snare, molasses bass, scorched guitar, roaring bars, shouted chorus, ‑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, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑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, ‑dancehall, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals

V6-MINI

[Intro: Roaring Buffalo male MC, low and loud]
Truck lights in a line at the dock
Storm on the lake and the radio talk

[Verse 1: Roaring Buffalo male MC, heavy on the consonants]
I pull the lever and the chute wakes up
White river pours in the city truck cup
Map on the wall with the routes in red
Half of my block got a thin little thread
Mayor cut hours so the budget looked clean
Kids still walk ice where the plows should have been
I load for the fleet and I keep my mouth shut
Then I take one scoop for the street I grew up

[Pre-Chorus: Roaring Buffalo male MC, climbing]
Sheet says skip it and the budget looks proud
My street still waits under a frozen cloud

[Chorus: Roaring Buffalo male MC, shouted, full chest]
Run the salt, I still cover that street
Budget got thin but the ice still eats
Mayor sleeps warm on a private black drive
Run the salt, I still cover that street

[Verse 2: Roaring Buffalo male MC, chute roar, the salt chute opens on a bare bar, then drums slam as the white river hits the truck bed]
Roar of the chute and the bed fills white
I mark my old block on the side of the night
Not on the sheet and not on the pay
Just a quiet bag where the sidewalks stay
Plow drivers nod like they know the game
Nobody writes it and nobody claims
Storm does the talking and the curb does the rest
My street gets a chance and I live with the mess

[Bridge: Roaring Buffalo male MC, counting scoops]
One for the fleet and two for the map
Three for the kids who still slip on the gap
Four for the mayor and his clean little yard
Five for the block that still hits me hard

[Verse 3: Roaring Buffalo male MC, full force, no apology]
I am not a hero and I am not a thief
I am a loader with a long quiet grief
Salt on my gloves and a storm in my chest
I run what I can and I leave them the rest
If the sheet never shows it, the curb still knows
White dust at dawn where the school bus goes
Run means more than the hours they sold
Run means the street does not wake up cold

[Outro: Roaring Buffalo male MC, loud, the last chute roar rings out and fades]
Run the salt
Cover that street

[End]

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[Intro: Roaring Buffalo male MC, low and loud] Truck lights in a line at the dock Storm on the lake and the radio talk [Verse 1: Roaring Buffalo male MC, heavy on the consonants] I pull the lever and the chute wakes up White river pours in the city truck cup Map on the wall with the routes in red Half of my block got a thin little thread Mayor cut hours so the budget looked clean Kids still walk ice where the plows should have been I load for the fleet and I keep my mouth shut Then I take one scoop for the street I grew up [Pre-Chorus: Roaring Buffalo male MC, climbing] Sheet says skip it and the budget looks proud My street still waits under a frozen cloud [Chorus: Roaring Buffalo male MC, shouted, full chest] Run the salt, I still cover that street Budget got thin but the ice still eats Mayor sleeps warm on a private black drive Run the salt, I still cover that street [Verse 2: Roaring Buffalo male MC, chute roar, the salt chute opens on a bare bar, then drums slam as the white river hits the truck bed] Roar of the chute and the bed fills white I mark my old block on the side of the night Not on the sheet and not on the pay Just a quiet bag where the sidewalks stay Plow drivers nod like they know the game Nobody writes it and nobody claims Storm does the talking and the curb does the rest My street gets a chance and I live with the mess [Chorus: Roaring Buffalo male MC, shouted, full chest] Run the salt, I still cover that street Budget got thin but the ice still eats Mayor sleeps warm on a private black drive Run the salt, I still cover that street [Bridge: Roaring Buffalo male MC, counting scoops] One for the fleet and two for the map Three for the kids who still slip on the gap Four for the mayor and his clean little yard Five for the block that still hits me hard [Verse 3: Roaring Buffalo male MC, full force, no apology] I am not a hero and I am not a thief I am a loader with a long quiet grief Salt on my gloves and a storm in my chest I run what I can and I leave them the rest If the sheet never shows it, the curb still knows White dust at dawn where the school bus goes Run means more than the hours they sold Run means the street does not wake up cold [Chorus: Roaring Buffalo male MC, shouted, full chest] Run the salt, I still cover that street Budget got thin but the ice still eats Mayor sleeps warm on a private black drive Run the salt, I still cover that street [Outro: Roaring Buffalo male MC, loud, the last chute roar rings out and fades] Run the salt Cover that street [End]

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