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
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