DEAD AIR

[INTRO] (vinyl crackle) Yeah… Fuck the silence. Turn that shit up. (low drone) [VERSE 1] Black tint, low lights, rolling through the city, Fuck a fake smile, fuck a hand if it ain’t with me. Too much bass, make the whole damn street shake, I don’t ask for permission, I do whatever it takes. Cold nights, no sleep, I’ve been grinding for the moment, They were laughing at the kid, now they act like they don’t know him. I don’t need your fucking praise, I don’t need your approval, Every step I take is pressure, every move is fucking brutal. Black boots on the pavement, hear the rhythm when I walk, Everybody got a voice, but nobody really talks. I don’t argue with a bitch, I just leave them with the thought: “You had your fucking chance.” Now watch me take the spot. [DROP] No fear. No love. No trust. Fuck ’em. (808 SLIDE) [INSTRUMENTAL — 40 BARS] (NO VOCALS) Deep distorted 808 Dark piano Industrial synth Glitch drums Heavy bass slides [CHORUS] Dead air. No sound. Bass hits. Shake ground. Lights flash. Eyes red. Fuck sleep. Move instead. Dead air. Cold room. Bass boom. Make room. [VERSE 2] I don’t give a fuck who’s waiting at the door, I walked in with nothing, now I’m asking for some more. They can talk behind my back, I don’t hear that shit at all, When the bass drops heavy, watch the whole damn ceiling fall. No sleep, no breaks, I’ve been living on adrenaline, Everybody wants the crown, nobody wants the medicine. I don’t need another friend, I don’t need another enemy, I just need the fucking beat and let it bring out what’s left in me. New day, same hunger, still I’m chasing something bigger, Middle finger to the doubt, let the pressure pull the trigger. If they thought I would fold, tell ‘em better fucking reconsider, I came here for the fire — now I’m making that shit bigger. [BRIDGE] Wait… Kill the lights. Kill the noise. Let me hear that bass. … NOW. [INSTRUMENTAL — 48 BARS] NO VOCALS 808 distortion → silence → industrial synth → kick return → double-time hats → massive bass drop. [VERSE 3] Dark room, red glow, shadows moving on the wall, I don’t need to say I’m coming — they can hear it when I call. One step, two step, whole floor feeling unstable, I put the bass on the table, now the table ain’t a table. Fuck the limits, fuck the rules, fuck the fear inside my head, I don’t care about tomorrow, I’m alive until I’m dead. Every beat is ammunition, every bar another threat, If you came here for the quiet— You ain’t heard nothing yet. [BEAT SWITCH] (complete silence) You wanted loud? … I’ll give you fucking loud. [CHORUS] Dead air. No sound. Bass hits. Shake ground. Lights flash. Eyes red. Fuck sleep. Move instead. Dead air. Cold room. Bass boom. Make room. No brakes. No fear. No sleep. We’re here. [FINAL INSTRUMENTAL — 56 BARS] (NO VOCALS) 808 — DISTORTION — SYNTH — DRUMS First 16 bars — heavy groove. Next 16 — 808 slides. Next 16 — electronic beat switch. Last 8 — everything drops out except the 808. (silence) [OUTRO] (whisper) Fuck the silence… (bass fades) Dead air.