Off the Top
v4
@Szymon Jasiński
Off the Top
v4
@Szymon Jasiński
lyrics
[Verse 1]
Woke up with a bar in my mouth
No pen, just a pulse in my chest
Whole lane clear, but I still take the long way
Talking to myself like a guest
Bad days in the back of my brain
I turn pain into proof I exist
They said “stay small, play safe”
I said “say less,” made a list
Name of every doubt I erased
Face of every voice that said “quit”
Now I wear ’em like tags on my laces
Stepping on ’em every time that I sprint (yeah)
[Chorus]
This that rap from the real side
From the long nights, heavy eyes, still I rise
Every small “no” turned a big “why”
Then a big “watch this,” let the fear die (hey!)
This that talk you can’t fake, it’s a habit
Grit in my teeth, see the dream, I grab it
Stare down the cliff, take a breath, then I dive
If I’m here, then the doubt don’t survive
[Verse 2]
They scroll while I sharpen my tongue
Same twenty-four, I just cut mine clean
Turn one closed door to a crack in the frame
Kick once, whole wall lean
I been broke, been lost, been silent
Now I’m loud in a calm kind of way
I don’t need gold on my neck for the shine
I got truth that’ll light up the day (woo)
If I fall, that’s a plot twist, not an ending
Just a new rhyme scheme for the pain
I plant every L in the dirt like a seed
Watch it grow when it tastes my rain
[Chorus]
This that rap from the real side
From the long nights, heavy eyes, still I rise
Every small “no” turned a big “why”
Then a big “watch this,” let the fear die (let it go)
This that talk you can’t fake, it’s a habit
Grit in my teeth, see the dream, I grab it
Stare down the cliff, take a breath, then I dive
If I’m here, then the doubt don’t survive
Woke up with a bar in my mouth
No pen, just a pulse in my chest
Whole lane clear, but I still take the long way
Talking to myself like a guest
Bad days in the back of my brain
I turn pain into proof I exist
They said “stay small, play safe”
I said “say less,” made a list
Name of every doubt I erased
Face of every voice that said “quit”
Now I wear ’em like tags on my laces
Stepping on ’em every time that I sprint (yeah)
[Chorus]
This that rap from the real side
From the long nights, heavy eyes, still I rise
Every small “no” turned a big “why”
Then a big “watch this,” let the fear die (hey!)
This that talk you can’t fake, it’s a habit
Grit in my teeth, see the dream, I grab it
Stare down the cliff, take a breath, then I dive
If I’m here, then the doubt don’t survive
[Verse 2]
They scroll while I sharpen my tongue
Same twenty-four, I just cut mine clean
Turn one closed door to a crack in the frame
Kick once, whole wall lean
I been broke, been lost, been silent
Now I’m loud in a calm kind of way
I don’t need gold on my neck for the shine
I got truth that’ll light up the day (woo)
If I fall, that’s a plot twist, not an ending
Just a new rhyme scheme for the pain
I plant every L in the dirt like a seed
Watch it grow when it tastes my rain
[Chorus]
This that rap from the real side
From the long nights, heavy eyes, still I rise
Every small “no” turned a big “why”
Then a big “watch this,” let the fear die (let it go)
This that talk you can’t fake, it’s a habit
Grit in my teeth, see the dream, I grab it
Stare down the cliff, take a breath, then I dive
If I’m here, then the doubt don’t survive
音樂風格
rap, Minimalist boom-bap with swung drums, warm sub, and chopped jazz keys; male vocals in a tight pocket. Verse starts almost whispered, then builds into a chesty, confident delivery. Hook stacks doubled leads and low-octave ad-libs for weight, with a brief drop halfway so the last chorus hits hardest.
