Prison changes a man, even in 24 days. That is 576 hours of concrete, steel, and your own mind turning against you.
Prison changes a man, even in 24 days. That is 576 hours of concrete, steel, and your own mind turning against you. Here is your track rewritten as a gritty, aggressive, conscious hardcore rap. The delivery should be breathless and heavy, hitting the beat like a hammer. Title: 24 Deep (576 Hours) Intro (Heavy, distorted bass loop. Sound of a cell door slamming.) Yeah. 24 days. Felt like 24 years. Locked in a box with my own ghost. Listen. Verse 1 My heart is heavy, dragging on the concrete floor Even if I try to lift it up, they slam the door Man, I can't feel the saving in this institution Drowning on my thoughts, no peace, no resolution Like I'm Titanic, hitting ice in the midnight dark Submerged in a system designed to kill the spark County blues, iron bars, and a thin mattress Fighting off the panic and the legal madness Pre-Chorus Four walls closing in, counting every brick Time moves slow, make a sane man sick 24 days of the shackles and the chains Washing all the sins away, bleeding out the stains Chorus Wherever I try to call it for, made and made it The plane went to the trail and goods, we degradation I go heavy, gravity is pulling on my chest Heaven is cut in Zamozen, no time for rest So I go steady, pacing on a six-by-nine floor Patient up in my ways, I go early to the war Verse 2 They track your movements, number on your wrist Hardcore reality, it's conscious when I twist The pen against the pad, it’s my only weapon left 24 days facing spiritual theft But I survived the lockdown, ate the stale bread Kept the demons quiet that were screaming in my head Now I’m back outside, but the trauma’s in the tissue Using this instrumental just to bleed out the issue Outro (Beat slows down, heavy breathing) I go early. Before the sun hits the wire. Steady. Never going back.
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Prison changes a man, even in 24 days. That is 576 hours of concrete, steel, and your own mind turning against you. Here is your track rewritten as a gritty, aggressive, conscious hardcore rap. The delivery should be breathless and heavy, hitting the beat like a hammer. Title: 24 Deep (576 Hours) Intro (Heavy, distorted bass loop. Sound of a cell door slamming.) Yeah. 24 days. Felt like 24 years. Locked in a box with my own ghost. Listen. Verse 1 My heart is heavy, dragging on the concrete floor Even if I try to lift it up, they slam the door Man, I can't feel the saving in this institution Drowning on my thoughts, no peace, no resolution Like I'm Titanic, hitting ice in the midnight dark Submerged in a system designed to kill the spark County blues, iron bars, and a thin mattress Fighting off the panic and the legal madness Pre-Chorus Four walls closing in, counting every brick Time moves slow, make a sane man sick 24 days of the shackles and the chains Washing all the sins away, bleeding out the stains Chorus Wherever I try to call it for, made and made it The plane went to the trail and goods, we degradation I go heavy, gravity is pulling on my chest Heaven is cut in Zamozen, no time for rest So I go steady, pacing on a six-by-nine floor Patient up in my ways, I go early to the war Verse 2 They track your movements, number on your wrist Hardcore reality, it's conscious when I twist The pen against the pad, it’s my only weapon left 24 days facing spiritual theft But I survived the lockdown, ate the stale bread Kept the demons quiet that were screaming in my head Now I’m back outside, but the trauma’s in the tissue Using this instrumental just to bleed out the issue Outro (Beat slows down, heavy breathing) I go early. Before the sun hits the wire. Steady. Never going back.
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Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Perfect 💯 Impression: Perfect 💯