[Intro] (spoken, lowest chest, almost no melody, close mic) Check one. This is the floor of the voice. Don't lift it yet. Stay down here. [Verse 1 - LOW] (low chest only, spoken-sung, heavy, no climb) I talk from the basement of the throat Where the words don't need a light They sit like stones in a quiet room And they don't apologize I don't reach, I don't shine I just tell the truth from the ground If this still sounds like me Then the clone learned the sound [Low Hold] (stay low, long notes, no lift) Hold this line in the dark Hold this line in the chest Don't decorate it Don't make it pretty Just keep it low and honest [Pre-Chorus - MID] (move clearly into mid chest, more air, slight rasp, still not high) Now I stand up in the middle Not a shout, not a prayer Just the working voice I use When I talk like someone is there This is the everyday register The one I live inside If the middle don't sound like me Then the whole thing lied [Chorus 1 - HIGH] (clear jump up, full belt, higher melody, grit on the edges, push the top) NOW hear me when I climb NOW hear me when I break Don't smooth the cracks I earned Don't steal the weight I make This is the high I actually have Not a cartoon, not a scream If it still sounds like my mouth Then the machine caught the real thing [Post-Chorus - drop back to MID] (drop immediately out of the high, mid chest, shorter lines) Back to the middle. Don't stay in the clouds. I only went up there To see if you could follow. [Verse 2 - LOW] (back to the floor, darker, slower, spoken edges) I can put the whole song on the ground again Like a man who already paid Low don't mean I'm tired Low means I know the weight Every scar in the vowel Every gravel in the phrase If the low still has my age in it Then you cloned more than a face [Mid Build] (mid range, lean forward, more rhythm, still below the chorus) I can walk this line all night Not pretty, not clean, just true Mid is where I argue Mid is where I choose No falsetto costume No choir sitting on my name Just the voice I use in traffic And the voice I use in pain [Chorus 2 - HIGH] (higher than chorus 1 if the melody allows, longer held notes, belt + slight crack allowed) Can you hear me when I climb? Can you hear me when I stay? Leave the gravel in the vowel Leave the years inside the take Hit the top and don't turn pretty Hit the top and don't turn young If this high still has my body in it Then the test is almost done [Bridge - LOW then HIGH then LOW] (spoken, lowest) This is the part they fake. The pause. The swallow. The breath before the reach. (thin high phrase, head voice / top of range, short, exposed) Hold this thin high line Don't let it turn into someone else (drop hard back to low chest) See? Still me. Same throat. Same man. Just a different floor of the house. [Quiet Mid] (soft mid, breathy but still chest, intimate) I can pull it back to a room Where only one person hears Soft is not a different singer Soft is just less fear If the whisper still has my shape Then the clone got the quiet too Most of them miss this part That's how you know it's you [Final Chorus - HIGHEST] (biggest belt, longest high notes in the song, push, crack allowed, do not polish) NOW hear me when I climb NOW hear me when I break This is the ceiling I actually own Not the one you try to fake Leave the age. Leave the rasp. Leave the fight inside the high If it can do the basement And still survive the sky Then it ain't just copying timbre It's wearing my whole life [Breakdown - LOW] (almost spoken, lowest again, drums drop out) That's the map. Low. Mid. High. Don't blend them into one polite voice. I didn't live one polite life. [Outro - LOW] (very quiet, lowest chest, close mic, almost spoken) Kill it if the high stole my face. Kill it if the low lost my age. If all three still sound like me Then keep the track. That's enough.
