
SIX FACES
#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.

SIX FACES
#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.
Lyrics
[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.
