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Capsule Wall

JoeProAI
JoeProAI
Steamrolling maul-fisted male MC, 122 BPM teardown hip hop, pulverizing kick, bark snare, bent guitar scrape, heavy bass, steamrolling 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, ‑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
V6-WILD

[Hook: Steamrolling maul-fisted male MC, loud, steamrolling, pulverizing kick] Wrong house comes down so a right one can stand Maul in my hands and dust on the plans I measured twice and still built a lie Now I swing until the studs say goodbye [Verse 1: Steamrolling maul-fisted male MC, steamrolling, loud, bark snare] Bought the lot with a handshake and a truck full of pride Framed it fast like the wood owed me a ride Level said I was golden, square said I was fine Then the door would not close and the floor had a spine Neighbors watched me grinning with a nail in my teeth I was building a future with a wobble underneath Now the permit is a ghost and the bank wants a talk So I brought the maul home for a long honest walk [Hook: Steamrolling maul-fisted male MC, loud, steamrolling, pulverizing kick] Wrong house comes down so a right one can stand Maul in my hands and dust on the plans I measured twice and still built a lie Now I swing until the studs say goodbye [Verse 2: Steamrolling maul-fisted male MC, steamrolling, heavier] First wall took an hour, second wall took my back Third wall took the photo of the night I broke ground, fact I am not destroying hope, I am deleting a draft Some mistakes need a hammer, not a soft little laugh Lumber can be honest when you ask it the hard way Every stud I set crooked has a invoice to pay Sweat in my eyes, plaster snow in my hair I am dating my failure in the open air [Verse 3: Steamrolling maul-fisted male MC, coffee can, steamrolling, guitar scrape cuts out] Last wall, last swing, something hollow in the hit Coffee can in the cavity, rusted where it sits Kid handwriting on a scrap, folded seven times Do not quit when it looks stupid, you will get it right in time I read it in the wreckage with the maul across my knee Pulverizing kick comes back, that kid was talking straight at me [Bridge: Steamrolling maul-fisted male MC, loud, steamrolling] Wrong on purpose, right on purpose Both are work, both will hurt us Can in my pocket, note in my chest Next house gets measured like I mean it best [Hook: Steamrolling maul-fisted male MC, loud, steamrolling, pulverizing kick] Wrong house comes down so a right one can stand Maul in my hands and dust on the plans I measured twice and still built a lie Now I swing until the studs say goodbye [Outro: Steamrolling maul-fisted male MC, spent, bark snare rings out and fades] Do not quit Kid knew [End]