Grip Notch

Trenching keel-rib male MC, 128 BPM batting-cage hip hop, heavy kick, tight snare, coiled bass, tape-ridge tick, trenching shouted 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: Trenching keel-rib male MC, loud, trenching]
Empty notch waiting where my hand should land
Tape ridges under dust the shed never planned
I came to borrow lumber, left with a spine
Rebuild around the gap that measured out his time

[Verse 2: Trenching keel-rib male MC, trenching, colder]
Cage coach said toss the old ones, cheaper in a week
I said this bat stays, wrap around the peak
They laughed until I rubbed the tape and showed the scale
Dad's wrap, dad's hand, dad's numbers in the trail
He hit here when the lights were half the brightness now
I never asked the stories, now the grip fills in how
Trenching quiet through a job that wants a clean replace
Some bats are receipts you do not dare erase

[Verse 3: Trenching keel-rib male MC, tape ridge, trenching]
Palm finds tape ridge, empty notch catches cage light
Tape-ridge tick holds while I wrap one new turn right
Five turns even, then the gap that meant a growth
I say his name once soft and that is growth enough
I leave the bat in place and leave the notch I made
Paint of sweat stops before it like a border laid
Coach shrugs and marks the keep without a speech
Some rebuilds are a son who finally learns to reach

[Bridge: Trenching keel-rib male MC, loud, trenching]
Keep the bat, wrap the rest
Tape ridge, father in the wood chest
Cage hum, summer high
His measure is the reason I try

[Outro: Trenching keel-rib male MC, quiet heavy, tape-ridge tick rings out and fades]
Tape ridge, still swinging
Tell the cage we keep clinging

[End]

2212/7500

[Verse 1: Trenching keel-rib male MC, trenching, heavy] Shed door stuck half open on a batting cage lot Old bats in a barrel and a smell of pine and rot I came for a spare and found the one with black tape Ridges every inch like a calendar someone shaped Five turns, then a jump, then six, then seven clean Dad's hands grew through summers I had never seen I knew that spacing from a doorframe in the hall He marked my height in pencil; this bat marked his all [Hook: Trenching keel-rib male MC, loud, trenching] Empty notch waiting where my hand should land Tape ridges under dust the shed never planned I came to borrow lumber, left with a spine Rebuild around the gap that measured out his time [Verse 2: Trenching keel-rib male MC, trenching, colder] Cage coach said toss the old ones, cheaper in a week I said this bat stays, wrap around the peak They laughed until I rubbed the tape and showed the scale Dad's wrap, dad's hand, dad's numbers in the trail He hit here when the lights were half the brightness now I never asked the stories, now the grip fills in how Trenching quiet through a job that wants a clean replace Some bats are receipts you do not dare erase [Verse 3: Trenching keel-rib male MC, tape ridge, trenching] Palm finds tape ridge, empty notch catches cage light Tape-ridge tick holds while I wrap one new turn right Five turns even, then the gap that meant a growth I say his name once soft and that is growth enough I leave the bat in place and leave the notch I made Paint of sweat stops before it like a border laid Coach shrugs and marks the keep without a speech Some rebuilds are a son who finally learns to reach [Bridge: Trenching keel-rib male MC, loud, trenching] Keep the bat, wrap the rest Tape ridge, father in the wood chest Cage hum, summer high His measure is the reason I try [Hook: Trenching keel-rib male MC, loud, trenching] Empty notch waiting where my hand should land Tape ridges under dust the shed never planned I came to borrow lumber, left with a spine Rebuild around the gap that measured out his time [Outro: Trenching keel-rib male MC, quiet heavy, tape-ridge tick rings out and fades] Tape ridge, still swinging Tell the cage we keep clinging [End]

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