Silo Notch

LOUD SHOUTED FORCEFUL reeving slag-hip male MC, barked shouted bars, heavy chest, aggressive projection, Reeving slag-hip male MC, 124 BPM grain-silo hip hop, heavy kick, tight snare, coiled bass, ladder-creak tick, reeving 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: Reeving slag-hip male MC, loud, reeving]
His marks on the rail I almost threw
Height notches under rust the yard never knew
I came to scrap a ladder, left with a spine
Rebuild around the cuts that measured out his time

[Verse 2: Reeving slag-hip male MC, reeving, colder]
Crew said replace the whole run, cheaper in a week
I said the middle span stays, patch around the peak
They laughed until I rubbed the grit and showed the scale
Dad's knife, dad's hand, dad's numbers in the rail
He worked this silo when the county still ran lean
I never asked the stories, now the steel fills in
Reeving quiet through a job that wants a clean replace
Some rails are receipts you do not dare erase

[Verse 3: Reeving slag-hip male MC, notch grit, reeving]
Dust lifts, notch grit catches yard light in the cuts
Ladder-creak tick holds while I read the marks once
Five feet even, then the jump that meant a growth
I say his name once soft and that is growth enough
I bolt the rail back true and leave the notches bare
Paint stops before them like a border drawn with care
Yard boss shrugs and marks the change without a speech
Some rebuilds are a son who finally learns to reach

[Bridge: Reeving slag-hip male MC, loud, reeving]
Keep the rail, patch the rest
Notch grit, father in the steel chest
Ladder creak, harvest high
His measure is the reason I climb
Dust on my tongue, numbers in the grain
I climb for him and I climb for the rain

[Outro: Reeving slag-hip male MC, quiet heavy, ladder-creak tick rings out and fades]
Notch grit, still climbing
Tell the silo we keep timing

[End]

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[Verse 1: Reeving slag-hip male MC, reeving, heavy] Yard boss said scrap the rail, rust too far gone Paint blistered, bolts loose, leave it for the dawn I climbed to check the joints and felt the notches first Thumb found a ladder of cuts someone made when thirst And harvest met the same steel every year Five feet, five six, five eight carved clear I knew that spacing from a kitchen doorframe chart Dad marked my birthdays into wood and called it art [Hook: Reeving slag-hip male MC, loud, reeving] His marks on the rail I almost threw Height notches under rust the yard never knew I came to scrap a ladder, left with a spine Rebuild around the cuts that measured out his time [Verse 2: Reeving slag-hip male MC, reeving, colder] Crew said replace the whole run, cheaper in a week I said the middle span stays, patch around the peak They laughed until I rubbed the grit and showed the scale Dad's knife, dad's hand, dad's numbers in the rail He worked this silo when the county still ran lean I never asked the stories, now the steel fills in Reeving quiet through a job that wants a clean replace Some rails are receipts you do not dare erase [Verse 3: Reeving slag-hip male MC, notch grit, reeving] Dust lifts, notch grit catches yard light in the cuts Ladder-creak tick holds while I read the marks once Five feet even, then the jump that meant a growth I say his name once soft and that is growth enough I bolt the rail back true and leave the notches bare Paint stops before them like a border drawn with care Yard boss shrugs and marks the change without a speech Some rebuilds are a son who finally learns to reach [Bridge: Reeving slag-hip male MC, loud, reeving] Keep the rail, patch the rest Notch grit, father in the steel chest Ladder creak, harvest high His measure is the reason I climb Dust on my tongue, numbers in the grain I climb for him and I climb for the rain [Hook: Reeving slag-hip male MC, loud, reeving] His marks on the rail I almost threw Height notches under rust the yard never knew I came to scrap a ladder, left with a spine Rebuild around the cuts that measured out his time [Outro: Reeving slag-hip male MC, quiet heavy, ladder-creak tick rings out and fades] Notch grit, still climbing Tell the silo we keep timing [End]

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