Cone Lock

Blanking niobium-lung male MC, 136 BPM twist-lock hip hop, piston kick, tight snare, thick bass, blanking 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-WILD

[Hook: Blanking niobium-lung male MC, loud, blanking]
Cone locks when the corner still trusts my cast
Not a speech, a seating you can prove and last
Grip the cone, mark the mark, send the next turn through
Bay holds only if the middle lock is true

[Verse 2: Blanking niobium-lung male MC, colder, blanking]
He wants the hard seat, the lock that slams with pride
I leave a half-turn so his ear has to decide
Fat kick waits on my mouth to call the land
Dry snare answers when the seating meets my hand
No trophy photo, no speech about the past
Just cone in the bay and a lock that has to last
Blanking through the doubt like a vow with no crowd
Loud enough for the cone, quiet enough for the cloud

[Bridge: Blanking niobium-lung male MC, cone seat, blanking]
Cone seat under both gloves
Snare answers hard on the proofs
Crew never needs a speech to know
The bay is mine when the cast says so

[Verse 3: Blanking niobium-lung male MC, blanking, louder]
He feels the half-turn and the corner takes the proof
I step back half a pace and let him own the roof
Boots on the grade already testing the give
I hear the seat once and know the cast will live
My job is the teach, not the plaque or the board
Seat seats, bay holds, that is the whole reward
Chalk on the cone, grease on the glove, same chart
We do not talk height, we talk a seating that lasts
Leave the chart folded where the next dawn can see
Cone seat means the crew and the bay agree

[Outro: Blanking niobium-lung male MC, proud cold, fat kick rings out and fades]
Cone seat, Saturday
Tell the bay I said stay

[End]

2281/7500

[Verse 1: Blanking niobium-lung male MC, blanking] Bay cold under a palm that knows every fray I carry cones and timing and a chart that still fits day Top corner holds the first lock, I seat and pass it on Evening crew waits on my lock before they cue at dawn Hands on the cone, lungs full of dust and chalk Headset dead for hours, so the voice becomes the walk I do not own the bay, I own the middle span If my cone blanks out, the whole lock loses plan [Hook: Blanking niobium-lung male MC, loud, blanking] Cone locks when the corner still trusts my cast Not a speech, a seating you can prove and last Grip the cone, mark the mark, send the next turn through Bay holds only if the middle lock is true [Verse 2: Blanking niobium-lung male MC, colder, blanking] He wants the hard seat, the lock that slams with pride I leave a half-turn so his ear has to decide Fat kick waits on my mouth to call the land Dry snare answers when the seating meets my hand No trophy photo, no speech about the past Just cone in the bay and a lock that has to last Blanking through the doubt like a vow with no crowd Loud enough for the cone, quiet enough for the cloud [Bridge: Blanking niobium-lung male MC, cone seat, blanking] Cone seat under both gloves Snare answers hard on the proofs Crew never needs a speech to know The bay is mine when the cast says so [Verse 3: Blanking niobium-lung male MC, blanking, louder] He feels the half-turn and the corner takes the proof I step back half a pace and let him own the roof Boots on the grade already testing the give I hear the seat once and know the cast will live My job is the teach, not the plaque or the board Seat seats, bay holds, that is the whole reward Chalk on the cone, grease on the glove, same chart We do not talk height, we talk a seating that lasts Leave the chart folded where the next dawn can see Cone seat means the crew and the bay agree [Hook: Blanking niobium-lung male MC, loud, blanking] Cone locks when the corner still trusts my cast Not a speech, a seating you can prove and last Grip the cone, mark the mark, send the next turn through Bay holds only if the middle lock is true [Outro: Blanking niobium-lung male MC, proud cold, fat kick rings out and fades] Cone seat, Saturday Tell the bay I said stay [End]

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