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#63. Gravel Throat Gospel Drill — Rap/Trap Family: Aggressive gospel drill at 141 BPM with gravel-throated raspy male rap vocal delivering sermons over razor-sharp hi-hats and sliding 808s, Hammond B-3 organ stabs, gospel choir stacks on the hook, tambourine and hand-clap percussion, deep wooden-church reverb, sudden call-and-response breaks, production that feels like a street corner revival where the preacher has bodies on him, redemption and retribution in the same breath.

mBaileyz·4:15

Lyrics

SIX FACES

Intro

Count 'em on one hand 'fore I'm even up

Six little faces in a paper cup

Verse 1

Carol City sunrise come in hot and mean

Seven AM, the Palmetto already a scream

First face fear, got a court date at nine

Glad the 27 came early down the line

441 hum, and I'm counting my coins

Empty seat where my brother used to sit, that's the void

Disgust at the screen by the bus door glass

Anger that the fare went up, and I can't even ask

Felt all six 'fore the styrofoam got warm

South Florida raise her babies in the storm

Chorus

Felt all six 'fore the sun got up, sun got up

Cold black coffee in a paper cup

Happy, scared, then the anger interrupt

Name it, tame it, fold it, never fold up, fold up

Six faces, one me, that's enough, that's enough

I-95 humming like it know my blood

Count to six, then I drive through the flood

Six faces, one me, that's enough

Verse 2

Rent due the first, and the first don't care

Sadness like the humid, it's just always there

Twelve dollar Publix run, the receipt make me sick

Forty-one cent left, now that's a magic trick

Mama on the phone, voice happy but thin

Tell me she good, but I hear the rent again

Fear got a body, sit heavy on the chest

Anger at a system that don't let a man rest

Surprise, a stranger pay it forward in the line

Lauderhill kindness almost made me cry, but I'm fine

Chorus

Felt all six 'fore the sun got up, sun got up

Cold black coffee in a paper cup

Happy, scared, then the anger interrupt

Name it, tame it, fold it, never fold up, fold up

Six faces, one me, that's enough, that's enough

I-95 humming like it know my blood

Count to six, even when it's too much, too much

Six faces, one me, that's enough

Verse 3

Catch myself in the window on the 826

Six faces looking back, now which one I trust

Happy was a kid before the rent got loud

Fear learned my whole name in a fluorescent crowd

Disgust at the version that almost gave it up

Surprise that I'm still here, still filling up the cup

Sadness stay honest, anger keep me sharp

Made my peace with all six, that's the art

Verse 4

Now I'm fighting back, I don't let fear drive

Pull the wheel myself going down the 75

Anger ain't the boss, it's a tool in the hand

Use the heat to build, that's the conscious man

Disgust at the lie that you only pick one

Feel 'em all at once and you still get it done

Sad in the morning, glad before the night

Surprise me again, watch me come out alright

Six faces lined up like they ready for war

I look every single one of 'em dead in the core

Chorus

Felt all six 'fore the sun got up, sun got up

Cold black coffee in a paper cup

Happy, scared, then the anger interrupt

Name it, tame it, fold it, never fold up, fold up

Six faces, one me, that's enough, that's enough

I-95 humming like it know my blood

Count to six, then I rise with the sun

Six faces, one me, that's enough

Verse 5

Little cousin asked me how I never crack

Sat him on the porch in Miramar, gave it back

You gonna feel all six 'fore you grown, lil man

Happy, sad, scared, mad, the disgust, then you stand

Surprise gonna find you when you ain't prepared

Name it 'fore it name you, show 'em you ain't scared

Fold the cup, keep walking, that's the lesson and the law

Six faces in your hand, son, that's all

Outro

Six faces, paper cup, the sun comin' up

Carol City to Miramar, that's enough

Loop

Felt all six 'fore the sun got up, sun got up.

Cold black coffee in a paper cup.

Happy, scared, then the anger interrupt.

Name it, tame it, fold it, never fold up, fold up.

Six faces, one me, that's enough, that's enough.

I-95 humming like it know my blood.

Count to six, then I drive through the flood.

Six faces, one me, that's enough.

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