Heavy at backbeat, on two and fours, in Kuwaita hats with triplet snares for extended rhythm.
A-back, back feet at two and fours, in Dupayta high hats with triplet snares for extended rhythm.
Breathe 8-bar in 8-bar, breathe secti-bar. Bridge every L a little bass, side-chain under kick,
Processed electric bass, processed electric bass, Gride shuffle and lecky, processed electric
mace grime. Grin 8-bar, crin 8-bar, v'nipin late, fan the tumkle, tidal cut, I fade under choruses.
Double lead vocal with my distortion, compressant, stereo wideness,
Short plate reverb on vocals for depth, and a 8-10 dp mid-side lift.
Double lead backbeat on two and fours, in Kuwaita hats with triplet snares for extended rhythm.
A-back, back feet at two and fours, in Kuwaita high hats with triplet snares for extended rhythm.
Step out the shadow, lights carve the outline, heart like a metronome, tick grind, red line,
Every setback's a ledger, every scar's a story I sign, Write my comeback in sweat, every rhyme a
lifeline, I lace ambition with focus till the edge sharpens, no lying, Doubters see me steady
like a lighthouse when tides rise trying, Pressure makes crystals, I'm forging that furnace,
Refine and polish every fold to a diamond, Till the skyline finds the end of the line, Nah,
start of a spin, watch me climb, Internal rhymes, internal fire, internal time,
Two line, punch the closes, verse heavy and right, I don't fold when the night folds,
I fold the night into light, Keep the torch lit, strike the match, keep the fight tight.
Hush the noise, tune the soul to the drum, breathe slow,
Map my path by the moon, I move while the weed go low,
Bass hits chest, breath hits bars, I flow, I grow,
All the quitting goes, watch me rise, I steal the show,
Oh, please confirm, preferred British phonetically alone,
I never kid, a Z sound's a story to bury so I can love,
Step out the shadow, lights carve the outline, Heart like a metronome, tick grind, red line,
Every setback's a ledger, every scar's a story I sign, Write my comeback in sweat,
Every rhyme a lifeline, Lace ambition, with focus to the edge,
Sharpens no lying, doubt it, see me steady like a lighthouse,
When tides rise trying, pressure makes crystals, I'm forging that furnace,
Refine it, polish every fold to a diamond, Till the skyline finds the end of the line,
Nah, start of a spin, watch me climb, Internal rhymes, internal fire, internal time,
Two line, punch the closes, verse heavy and right, I don't fold when the night folds,
I fold the night into light, Keep the torch lit, strike the match, keep the fight tight,
Hush the noise, tune the soul, to the drum, breathe slow,
Map my path, by the moon I move, while the weak go low,
