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Proportionately SiNiK.aL
Hip-Hop/Rap
Proportionately SiNiK.aL was released on October 24, 2025 by Dick.In.Box Productions as a part of the album Mor(T)ality
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Release DateOctober 24, 2025
LabelDick.In.Box Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SiNiK
SiNiK
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tristan Straub
Tristan Straub
Songwriter
Matthew Danky
Matthew Danky
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MegaMan Beats
MegaMan Beats
Producer
Dank Beats
Dank Beats
Producer

Lyrics

SiNiK, with the Proportionate Males
With each day that ends I look clearer in the mirror
Unafraid of what my eyes might spy
And I can say little more than I've been fortunate, hell
Just listen to this beat from Proportionate Males
You've heard of Midwest nice right, well
I'm hip hop's Doc Scholl with inserts that gel
My content goes to and fro like the flow of common sense
Hence this track
I reach into the backpack and pull out a stack of raps
Got no tracks to put em to, till I met up with these two
New type, progressively Madlib-ian
Damn near amphibian use of instruments
Luring me in
A serpent spitting venomous dysfunction
Strung together with conjunctions and helping verbs and penmanship
With sentences that represent more to me than the world will ever see
I'll never be received globally, I know that
My only hope's that those that notice me will toast to me
Boast for me in discussions of prose flowed eloquently
Gently breeze through the trees
Rustling, seeding, and breathing
Just being, how deceiving, maybe the walls do have ears
Man, if only my cat could talk
If only I was Jack with a beanstalk
Or even some magic beans to spill
My orejas are ringing, just another fire drill
Wired and filled to the brim with coffee
Chewing grit like it was toffee chips
Get off me ships about to sail
I got a bail, they're waiting for me
I love you too, goodbye, see you soon
Ba-dee-ba-doo, SiNiK to the enterprise
Beam me up Scotty Hello, hello, shit it's a no-go
You just can't trust a Trekkie, but don't get me started on that right now
That right now, that right now, that right now, that right now
I'm on a roll
Raps like a craps game switched from the crack game
Cat that's lame
Maybe that's how you use it, but who am I to abuse it
Shit, I put truth in my music
No deuce, deuce, or that screwed shit
I got no foo-foo dudes that sound like the New Kids
No doofus, playground troopers
I leave you stopefied, stope-a-doop-a-fied
With that super-Cali-fragile-pimpish-makes-me-wanna-hurl shit
Half tranny, half girl shit
And all that been around the world shit
That been around your girl shit
That won't grow up, so you throw up shit
That fuck-po-po rough shit, tough shit
That huffing and puffing, you're as tough as a brick shit
Something to spit shit, I'm back at it
With that propane, profane, no-name flow
We all know and love, oh, such a pity
These wannabe Diddies get a little money and they giddy
Same shit, different city, thinking that they're witty
It gets me right here
It's sad, really
And I don't wanna be a bad one
Exactly
I saw what happened to Michael Jackson
And it's not gonna happen to me
So I'm gonna put down this rap and it be myself for a second
I can't do it, no, no, no, I can't do it
I can't do it, no, no, no, I can't do it
I can't do it, no, no, no, I can't do it
I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me
I'm sorry
Written by: Matthew Danky, Tristan Straub
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