Grand Round from Rounds by Mediq

# Grand Round

The thunderous collision of every faction in the Ward Block erupts when intern meets attending meets consultant—all hierarchy dissolving into pure lyrical medicine. We dragged recording equipment into the actual hospital amphitheater after hours, capturing those authentic echo patterns and the squeak of rotating chairs for this track. The stomping group percussion was literally created by thirty med students stamping in unison on the tiered floor while we mic'd the vibrations.

You'll feel the weight lift as the track progresses, that moment when you realize you've finally earned your place among the legends. When the call-and-response section hits, it mirrors those clutch moments in rounds when the attending unexpectedly tosses you a softball question after grilling you mercilessly.

Switch deliberately flipped his flow three times during his verse to represent the journey from Hawker to Attend to Observez, while Prescriber brought back vocal techniques from our first mixtape "Vitals" as a nod to tradition. The jazz-hop keys that drop in during the Hawker's verse? Sampled from an actual hold music recording from the hospital switchboard.

This is the culmination—when clinical knowledge transforms from burden to badge of honor. The story resolves as our intern finds their voice within the collective, no longer an outsider but an essential thread in the medical tapestry. It's not just about survival anymore; it's about belonging.

Tracklist

11.	Grand Round	3:13

Lyrics

Caseband bleeds its keynote ticks, paper crown for the raw
Murmur from the gallery ricochets—who’s ready to jaw?

Badges flash like verdicts, breath fogging on the glass
Roster stitched in stories, stripes written by those who pass
Pages duke allegiance—rival shouts become refrain
Tradition slaps the gavel, but connection stakes its claim
Every page flipped, we unravel—crew stitched by the strain
Grand Round’s a cipher—this block breaks every chain

Stepped in solo, nerves cuffed up tight
Notes blur memory, doubt’s grip every night
Blackbook ink blotted, purpose hiding in the shade
Hawker code stings, imposter moves get played
Caseband pulse ticking, I mimic hope with each trade
Washed up in rivalry—now unity’s parade

Grand Round—bring the legends, bring the crew
We rise together, let these walls ring through
Turn the chair, drop the name, write something true
This ward is ours—no rank in this kind of view
Grand Round, voices bound, purpose breaking through
All one story, all one fight, all carry each other through

Clipboard loaded—once I crowned the noon
Privilege clipped my vision, missed the rookie’s tune
Rhetoric carved lines, steth fenced trust away
But circuit snapped at roll-call, rivals switched to allies today
Caseband blending wisdom, truth scribbled in blue clay
Pride’s shape erased—respect rewrites the play

Hawker tactic—fast flip, traded in disguise
Rumor bartered, slipped secrets behind my eyes
Elbowed lanes for glory, clipped edges just to win
But Blackbook folded open—let collaboration begin
Now every corner raises me, kin in every spin
Streets in the ward block, found my family within

Grand Round—bring the legends, bring the crew
We rise together, let these walls ring through
Turn the chair, drop the name, write something true
This ward is ours—no rank in this kind of view
Grand Round, voices bound, purpose breaking through
All one story, all one fight, all carry each other through

Who runs the round? (We run the round!)
Who writes the sound? (We write the sound!)
Page for respect—(We’re checked, we’re found!)
Unity’s code—(We break new ground!)

Signature sharp—Caseband logging every name
Grand Round finishes, but we never play the same

Credits

from Rounds, released June 26, 2025

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