Ladder Thrum

Anchoring oak-chest male MC, 100 BPM water-tower hip hop, deep kick, sharp snare, thick bass, cable thrum, anchoring cold hooks, loud, ‑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

[Hook: Anchoring oak-chest male MC, loud, anchoring]
Cable thrum was the last hard word
Not a speech, a vibration I heard
Climb for the verse, leave it on the rail
Come back down knowing quiet can fail

[Verse 2: Anchoring oak-chest male MC, colder, anchoring]
I used to wait for a longer reply
Like love keeps a schedule if you stand and try
Tower does not owe me a tidy end
It gives one thrum and then asks me to bend
Heavy kick under a hook that refuses to float
I keep the bars hard so the feeling stays in the throat
No candle speech, no soft parade
Just iron under boots and a debt I still paid

[Verse 3: Anchoring oak-chest male MC, ladder thrum, anchoring]
Ladder thrum answers when my palm finds the cable
Kick holds steady like a temporary table
I do not ask the wind to stay polite
I take the one reply and I call it right
Anchoring down the rungs with the verse still warm
Grief done honest is a heavy kind of form
Cable quiet now, city lights below
I leave the tower knowing what I know

[Bridge: Anchoring oak-chest male MC, loud, anchoring, cable thrum under him]
Thrum once, then the quiet
Both can be true, both can land here
Ladder cold, coat still on
Stay for the hook or claim what you spawned

[Verse 4: Anchoring oak-chest male MC, anchoring, quieter hard]
I pocket the verse like a tool I still use
Climb was never a stunt, it was paying dues
City keeps moving under a sky that does not care
I keep the thrum anyway because it was fair
Anchoring home with the rail in my grip
Grief is a ladder you climb then you quit
Bars stay loud so the quiet cannot slip
I leave the height knowing I did my bit

[Outro: Anchoring oak-chest male MC, quiet hard, cable thrum rings out and fades]
Ladder thrum, still high
Tell the tower I stopped by

[End]

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[Verse 1: Anchoring oak-chest male MC, anchoring, measured] Tower ladder cold under a palm that knows the rust I climb with a verse folded tight in my trust Someone gone left a quiet I cannot fix So I bring the bars where the cable mixes Wind at the top with a mouthful of sky I say the name once and I do not ask why Anchoring each rung like a debt I still owe Grief gets loud when you give it a place to go [Hook: Anchoring oak-chest male MC, loud, anchoring] Cable thrum was the last hard word Not a speech, a vibration I heard Climb for the verse, leave it on the rail Come back down knowing quiet can fail [Verse 2: Anchoring oak-chest male MC, colder, anchoring] I used to wait for a longer reply Like love keeps a schedule if you stand and try Tower does not owe me a tidy end It gives one thrum and then asks me to bend Heavy kick under a hook that refuses to float I keep the bars hard so the feeling stays in the throat No candle speech, no soft parade Just iron under boots and a debt I still paid [Verse 3: Anchoring oak-chest male MC, ladder thrum, anchoring] Ladder thrum answers when my palm finds the cable Kick holds steady like a temporary table I do not ask the wind to stay polite I take the one reply and I call it right Anchoring down the rungs with the verse still warm Grief done honest is a heavy kind of form Cable quiet now, city lights below I leave the tower knowing what I know [Bridge: Anchoring oak-chest male MC, loud, anchoring, cable thrum under him] Thrum once, then the quiet Both can be true, both can land here Ladder cold, coat still on Stay for the hook or claim what you spawned [Hook: Anchoring oak-chest male MC, loud, anchoring] Cable thrum was the last hard word Not a speech, a vibration I heard Climb for the verse, leave it on the rail Come back down knowing quiet can fail [Verse 4: Anchoring oak-chest male MC, anchoring, quieter hard] I pocket the verse like a tool I still use Climb was never a stunt, it was paying dues City keeps moving under a sky that does not care I keep the thrum anyway because it was fair Anchoring home with the rail in my grip Grief is a ladder you climb then you quit Bars stay loud so the quiet cannot slip I leave the height knowing I did my bit [Outro: Anchoring oak-chest male MC, quiet hard, cable thrum rings out and fades] Ladder thrum, still high Tell the tower I stopped by [End]

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