Pay Stub

Sharp-tongued Oakland male MC, 98 BPM West Coast rap, lazy-wave kick, crisp snare, canyon bass, plucked guitar figure, sharp-tongued 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

[Pre-Chorus: Sharp-tongued Oakland male MC, building, louder every line]
Cursor on the cell and my hands do not shake
If I fix me alone then the rest is a fake

[Chorus: Sharp-tongued Oakland male MC, shouted, full chest]
Check the stub, the number do not lie
Raised on a paper that they left out to dry
I fix what they buried and I look in the eye
Check the stub, then we all get it right

[Verse 2: Sharp-tongued Oakland male MC, printer race, the pay-stub printer chatters faster bar by bar until the last stub shoots out on a crash of drums]
Chatter, first stub for the woman on nights
Chatter, the driver with the underpaid rights
Chatter, the temp who got coded as unpaid leave
Chatter, my own with the raise they would not retrieve
Paper shoots out in a stack on the tray
Three years of missing in a single update
I walk it to accounting with the log in my hand
Nobody argues with a number that stands

[Bridge: Sharp-tongued Oakland male MC, cold then rising]
I could have taken mine and closed out the screen
Left every underpay the way it had been
But a raise in the dark is a raise that still steals
So I lit up the floor and I made it all real

[Verse 3: Sharp-tongued Oakland male MC, sharp-tongued and proud]
Next Friday the break room is louder than usual
People compare stubs like a small festival
Somebody buys donuts and somebody cries
I keep my mouth shut with a grin I disguise
Boss asks who touched it and I show him the trail
Approved, never entered, now entered wholesale
If you hide a raise in a folder of dust
Print every stub till the number is just

[Outro: Sharp-tongued Oakland male MC, clean and final, the printer chatter rings out and fades]
Check the stub
It adds
Right

[End]

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[Verse 1: Sharp-tongued Oakland male MC, sharp and clear, every bar tidy] Basement office with a humming old box I print every stub for the whole city block Teachers and drivers and the crew on the floor Names in a spreadsheet I have seen before My own line sits quiet at the bottom of the sheet Same little number for three years complete I asked about a raise in a meeting in spring Boss said approved, we will push that thing Spring became winter and the winter became three I stopped asking soft and I started to see Opened the archive and I filtered my name Approved in a folder they never made claim [Pre-Chorus: Sharp-tongued Oakland male MC, building, louder every line] Cursor on the cell and my hands do not shake If I fix me alone then the rest is a fake [Chorus: Sharp-tongued Oakland male MC, shouted, full chest] Check the stub, the number do not lie Raised on a paper that they left out to dry I fix what they buried and I look in the eye Check the stub, then we all get it right [Verse 2: Sharp-tongued Oakland male MC, printer race, the pay-stub printer chatters faster bar by bar until the last stub shoots out on a crash of drums] Chatter, first stub for the woman on nights Chatter, the driver with the underpaid rights Chatter, the temp who got coded as unpaid leave Chatter, my own with the raise they would not retrieve Paper shoots out in a stack on the tray Three years of missing in a single update I walk it to accounting with the log in my hand Nobody argues with a number that stands [Chorus: Sharp-tongued Oakland male MC, shouted, full chest] Check the stub, the number do not lie Raised on a paper that they left out to dry I fix what they buried and I look in the eye Check the stub, then we all get it right [Bridge: Sharp-tongued Oakland male MC, cold then rising] I could have taken mine and closed out the screen Left every underpay the way it had been But a raise in the dark is a raise that still steals So I lit up the floor and I made it all real [Verse 3: Sharp-tongued Oakland male MC, sharp-tongued and proud] Next Friday the break room is louder than usual People compare stubs like a small festival Somebody buys donuts and somebody cries I keep my mouth shut with a grin I disguise Boss asks who touched it and I show him the trail Approved, never entered, now entered wholesale If you hide a raise in a folder of dust Print every stub till the number is just [Chorus: Sharp-tongued Oakland male MC, shouted, full chest] Check the stub, the number do not lie Raised on a paper that they left out to dry I fix what they buried and I look in the eye Check the stub, then we all get it right [Outro: Sharp-tongued Oakland male MC, clean and final, the printer chatter rings out and fades] Check the stub It adds Right [End]

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