140 BPM – "Black Timber"
140 BPM – "Black Timber" Black timber, backbone built bigger than bad winters, Cracked mirror, past clearer, last sinner turned glass killer. Fast rhythm, back spinnin', packed syllables blast with 'em, Track rippin', cap lifted, facts hit like brass hittin'. Rain drippin', pain shifted, chains twisted then came wisdom, Same system tried to break vision—I made prisons my grade system. Gravel roads, calloused toes, campfire with battle clothes, Cascade cold in my bloodstream, stand tall where the shadow grows. Never needed validation, elevation's self-created, Pressure never pressed me down—it only kept me calibrated. Every failure fabricated fuel for future generations, Built a bridge from every breakdown, crossed it with determination. Reverse the punch— Thought I hit rock bottom... I was laying the foundation. Thought the storm was chasing me... I became the destination. Thought the wolves surrounded me... I was leading the migration. Thought the fire burned me down... I became the conflagration. Black sheep, back streets, heartbeat match the drumline, Northwest soul, mountain stone, no surrender in my bloodline. Every verse another landmark carved into the treeline, When the smoke clears, you'll remember who was standing on the front line. reaking chains, got a mind like a runaway train, Rebel with a cause, spitting fire like it’s propane, No shame in the game, I’m the one they can’t contain, Rising from the ashes, watch me dance in the rain. Got a vision so clear, I’m the king of the grind, Haters in the Evergreen energy, buried beneath the cedar trees,Weathered every enemy, never surrendered easily.Riverbeds remember me, carving through the centuries, Broken but I'm better, every lesson built the legacy.Rain on my Carhartt, mud on the boot sole,Back roads, black smoke, campfire with a bruised soul.Blue-collar backbone,carrying a full load,Stand against the current while they're drifting with the flood flow.Lightning over mountain tops, thunder got my heartbeat,Every scar's a compass, every setback couldn't defeat me.Roots run deeper than the Douglas fir beneath me, Black sheep of the Northwest—ain't nobody gonna leash me. If the mountains fall, I'll still be standing tall. If the rivers rise, I won't answer to the call.
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140 BPM – "Black Timber" Black timber, backbone built bigger than bad winters, Cracked mirror, past clearer, last sinner turned glass killer. Fast rhythm, back spinnin', packed syllables blast with 'em, Track rippin', cap lifted, facts hit like brass hittin'. Rain drippin', pain shifted, chains twisted then came wisdom, Same system tried to break vision—I made prisons my grade system. Gravel roads, calloused toes, campfire with battle clothes, Cascade cold in my bloodstream, stand tall where the shadow grows. Never needed validation, elevation's self-created, Pressure never pressed me down—it only kept me calibrated. Every failure fabricated fuel for future generations, Built a bridge from every breakdown, crossed it with determination. Reverse the punch— Thought I hit rock bottom... I was laying the foundation. Thought the storm was chasing me... I became the destination. Thought the wolves surrounded me... I was leading the migration. Thought the fire burned me down... I became the conflagration. Black sheep, back streets, heartbeat match the drumline, Northwest soul, mountain stone, no surrender in my bloodline. Every verse another landmark carved into the treeline, When the smoke clears, you'll remember who was standing on the front line. reaking chains, got a mind like a runaway train, Rebel with a cause, spitting fire like it’s propane, No shame in the game, I’m the one they can’t contain, Rising from the ashes, watch me dance in the rain. Got a vision so clear, I’m the king of the grind, Haters in the Evergreen energy, buried beneath the cedar trees,Weathered every enemy, never surrendered easily.Riverbeds remember me, carving through the centuries, Broken but I'm better, every lesson built the legacy.Rain on my Carhartt, mud on the boot sole,Back roads, black smoke, campfire with a bruised soul.Blue-collar backbone,carrying a full load,Stand against the current while they're drifting with the flood flow.Lightning over mountain tops, thunder got my heartbeat,Every scar's a compass, every setback couldn't defeat me.Roots run deeper than the Douglas fir beneath me, Black sheep of the Northwest—ain't nobody gonna leash me. If the mountains fall, I'll still be standing tall. If the rivers rise, I won't answer to the call.
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