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Batten Pocket

JoeProAI
JoeProAI
Knapping teflon-lung male MC, 88 BPM sail-batten hip hop, heavy kick, tight snare, thick bass, knapping loud hooks, ‑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

[Verse 1: Knapping teflon-lung male MC, knapping] Loft cold under a palm that knows every fray I carry cloth and timing and a batten that still fits day Top pocket holds the first tamp, I seat and pass it on Morning light waits on my tamp before they cue at dawn Hands on the spar, lungs full of dust and chalk Headset dead for hours, so the voice becomes the walk I do not own the loft, I own the middle span If my batten blanks out, the whole dawn loses plan [Hook: Knapping teflon-lung male MC, loud, knapping] Batten tamps the way her morning sail still taught Not a speech, a seating you can prove and caught Grip the spar, mark the eight, send the next sail through Loft holds only if the middle tamp is true [Verse 2: Knapping teflon-lung male MC, colder, knapping] He wants the easy seat, the tamp that drops with pride I leave a little play so my ear has to decide Fat kick waits on my mouth to call the land Tight snare answers when the seating meets my hand No trophy photo, no speech about the past Just batten in the loft and a tamp that has to last Knapping through the doubt like a vow with no crowd Loud enough for the pocket, quiet enough for the cloud [Bridge: Knapping teflon-lung male MC, pocket tamp, knapping] Pocket tamp under both palms Kick answers hard on the calm Loft never needs a speech to know The sail is mine when the tamp says so [Verse 3: Knapping teflon-lung male MC, knapping, louder] I seat the batten and the pocket takes the proof I step back half a pace and let the dawn own the roof Boots on the grade already testing the give I hear the tamp once and know the sail will live My job is the keep, not the plaque or the board Tamp seats, sail holds, that is the whole reward Cloth on my boots, chalk on the sleeve, same chart I do not talk legacy, I talk a seating that lasts Leave the chart folded where the next dawn can see Pocket tamp means the loft and her habit agree [Hook: Knapping teflon-lung male MC, loud, knapping] Batten tamps the way her morning sail still taught Not a speech, a seating you can prove and caught Grip the spar, mark the eight, send the next sail through Loft holds only if the middle tamp is true [Outro: Knapping teflon-lung male MC, proud cold, fat kick rings out and fades] Pocket tamp, Saturday Tell the loft I said stay [End]