S.I.N

S.I.N is a record I put together in bits and pieces over a few weeks. I had the idea for most of the first verse during a regular writing session.

After that, I would occasionally work on it while driving to an open mic or other event. I spent the bulk of the time I worked on this writing the fast part of the first verse. I wrote, re wrote, and scrapped and rescued bits and pieces of it until I finally decided to stop overthinking it and go with what sounded good.

The voice tone switch idea came from a clip I saw of Señor Pelon performing on a Subway in New York. He's super talented. And I also felt it was a cool way to give it the feel and novelty of a song with a feature while still doing it solo.

The entire hook come to me on a drive to an open mic. And the whole last verse was written in an hour on a walk. I usually don't write on walks, but I had procrastinated finishing the song and that day was my deadline for it.

So, I walked and kicked around ideas out loud. Surprisingly I came up with something I liked, and had to type it into my smart watch because I don't take my phone with me on walks.

At first I thought I'd just use that day as an exercise for moving past my block on the second verse. I'd write a throwaway verse to get me unstuck, then scrap it and write another, but I ended up liking it so much I kept it.

The producer  BlackSurfer made the beat for this song.

I went out to Music in Focus studio to have it recorded, mixed and mastered.

Dennis filmed the video as always. And we shot it at Music in Focus the same day we mixed it ! 
I had been meaning to shoot a video there, and I felt like this was the perfect track for it.

Hope you enjoy the track!

Talk soon,

- Sin

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Lyrics

Verse 1

I got
three I’Vs 

for you 
b-i-t

c-h 

ee-ta

faster than you 

t-
hi-
nk

i double l

Every time I write 
it spell

the end of your laughter
makin’ you scramble

Break a few eggs
when I’m playin’ scrabble

(Whoo!)

Damn I got range

Make you lose faith
and make your girl pray

Body language
I ain’t gotta translate

Baby girl
love when I come back

Say she like my voice

Pin her ass down
like a thumbtack
Make her stress subtract

Eat her cake up like
I should really cut back

Yo pen to the paper make pitiful page
I’m snappin’ your cap if your hat in the race

Mashin’ the gas and I’m mackin’ your dame

One hand on her ass and
one hand in the fray

oooh

I do
what you can’t do

Before you
trade bars

you should 
go to

trade school
 

Hook

Its S-I-N
in this bitch

Ra-pid
ascent in this bitch

From the

so-
ut-
h

Turn lemons
into

minute
maid
 

Verse 2

you out of plastic
I’m made of haz-matics

Put your ass on the mat
you’re ass-matic

Call your m mm mammy and
ha hahaha haha haha hand me the

mic when you’re done with it
How long til’ we done with this?

Got a nice piece of ass
out in Dallas

and I’m tryna get up under it

She got the sage and the crystals
and I’m droppin’ off the succulents

(Uh)

Like the kids say
that’s my fine shyt

Don’t make me wait
like cops when the fine print

Read the fine print
I redefine print

Went digital
now you can’t even find print

(Uh-huh)
(yeah)
 

Hook

Its S-I-N
in this bitch

Ra-pid
ascent in this bitch

From the

so-
ut-
h

Turn lemons
into

minute
maid