DEAD PEN

Name: DEAD PEN
Duration: 259 s
Description: DEAD PEN by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Pen on the desk, still capped Who gon uncap it”

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DEAD PEN lyrics

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Intro

The red light been on since nine Nobody pressed record

Verse 1

I got foam on every wall but I still hear everything Sixteen channels patched, the phantom power humming clean He booked the session Tuesday, said it's business, keep it brief Showed up with eight, his mentor brought two, do the arithmetic Console still warm from the last take, board half-lit Two bodyguards by the door like they decorating it I seen a thousand handshakes die inside this room But the temperature tonight feel like a different kind of June

Pre-chorus

Pen on the desk, still capped Who gon uncap it

Chorus

Dead pen, dead session, dead silent in the booth I record everything, the music and the truth Dead pen, dead leverage, dead man walking through The room remembers what the contract couldn't prove

Verse 2

Percentages on paper, backend points in red The protege asked about his masters, mentor shook his head Not yet, he said, like a parent to a child The younger one quit smiling and the room went single file A bag unzipped, I know every zipper in this building What came out had no serial and no feeling Console reflection caught the steel before the hands did The bodyguard got choked against my east wall where the band sits The mentor's palms went flat against the mixing desk His wedding ring tapped the console, I recorded that

Pre-chorus

Pen on the desk, uncapped now Who gon sign it

Chorus

Dead pen, dead session, dead silent in the booth I record everything, the music and the truth Dead pen, dead leverage, dead man walking through The room remembers what the contract couldn't prove

Verse 3

The AK-style grip sat across his lap like a guitar I been in sessions where they played that chord but never this far Release form printed, three pages, boilerplate I seen contracts end careers but now careers got different weight Pen placed in his right hand like a gift wrapped wrong Every verse of this been getting quieter, notice that? The louder the violence the lower the decibel sat Written by the barrel, edited by fear The scratch of ink is the only sound I'll save from this year

Verse 4

Pen touched paper at 11:42 I know because my clock runs even when the humans don't Ring pulled off the finger, watches next, chains and cash Someone photographed themselves wearing stolen items in my booth Like they won a trophy instead of lost the truth Eleven people in, one signature achieved Red light stayed on, session auto-saved to nothing Stems were empty, all that violence and no production

Verse 5

Three months later, FBI tape across my entrance Evidence bags where the microphones hung with reverence They pulled my hard drive like a tooth from the jaw Forensics dusted every fader, eighty-seven prints in all The protege is federal now, dressed in orange fabric The mentor's in another city, awake past three, no habit Just a man who can't quit hearing pen against paper The contract got voided anyway, that's the part that craters All that metal, all that muscle, all that manufactured fear For a document that died the moment it was signed right here They sealed me with yellow tape, I'll never track again The pen was dead before the ink touched anything

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