🎧Bloodline on the Block
Built on dusty boom bap, punchy live drums and crisp vinyl scratches drive the rhythm, anchored by a warm, slightly distorted bassline. Sparse piano stabs and chopped horn hits add bite. Verses drop to a head-nod loop for tight, conversational male vocals, while the hook erupts with layered shout doubles and crowd ambience.
🎧Bloodline on the Block
Built on dusty boom bap, punchy live drums and crisp vinyl scratches drive the rhythm, anchored by a warm, slightly distorted bassline. Sparse piano stabs and chopped horn hits add bite. Verses drop to a head-nod loop for tight, conversational male vocals, while the hook erupts with layered shout doubles and crowd ambience.
Lyrics
🎧Bloodline on the Block
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Lyrics & arrangements:
© Pascal Trops (Netor29)
🔵Intro
🔹Verse 1
Granddad came home in a steel lunch pail…
Knuckles like brick whole body smelled of rail
Sat in that chair by the busted screen door
Said, "Boy… I swing hammers… so you swing more"
Mom worked doubles in fluorescent haze
Left her knees on tile left her youth in those days
Kept coupons folded in a rubber band roll
Dreams in the margins… of a food-stamp note
I grew up counting sirens like sheep at night
Block hot… but the fridge light weak too bright
Learned math on the corner by the dice and chalk
History… in the names carved deep in the park
🔹Pre-Chorus
Yeah…
This ain’t just me talkin’…
(Listen!)...
🔹Chorus
Bloodline on the block (uh!)
We carry what they couldn't drop
From calloused hands to the mic I rock (yeah!)
They walked so I could run this route
Three stories in my one shout
I'm generations talkin' out my mouth
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🔹Verse 2
Lil bro scrolling whole world in his palm
Tattooed tears… he never earned… on his arm
Says, "Why save when the rent eats pay?"
I tell him, "We the proof… that the grind still pays"
Uncle in the kitchen with the radio low
Same old station from thirty years ago
He laughs, says, "Y'all think you finally free?"
I fought to vote… you fight rent… same enemy
I see my son trace cracks in the stoop cement
Ask why the paint peeled… where the color went
I say, "These walls remember… more than your eyes
Your great-grandma's prayers… still live in these lines"
🔹Chorus
Bloodline on the block
We carry what they couldn't drop
From calloused hands to the mic I rock
They walked so I could run this route
Three stories in my one shout
I'm generations talkin' out my mouth
🔹Bridge
Hand to hand… (pass it!)
Story to story… (hold it!)
Same brown tape on a different story
From broom to badge, from line to lab
From steel-toe boots… to a backstage pass
We the past in a fresh new mask
Old scars… under this new class
🔹Chorus:
Bloodline on the block
We carry what they couldn't drop
From calloused hands to the mic I rock
They walked so I could run this route
Three stories in my one shout
I'm generations talkin' out my mouth…
🎵
⏹End