Gravel and Graffiti

Hey…

ya hear dat?…listen…

Say da name…Gravel and Graffiti

(Slow, menacing trap pacing. Heavy tension in a wide, abandoned valley atmosphere.)

*Yeah... turn the headphones up.*

*GrizzlyJones.*

(Slow, rhythmic trap rap flow. Sharp, heavy low-end thuds dropping on the downbeats. Deep, smoky delivery.)

The ancient limestone rises through the green,

The oldest rock wall that I've ever seen.

Sprayed-on letters fading in the moss,

A hundred names marking out a loss.

The water trickles through the rocky bed,

We pass the places where the watchers bled.

A four-wheel shadow cutting through the trail,

The last survivor of a broken tale.

We stall the engine underneath the shade,

And watch the colors slowly start to fade.

(Tempo rise. Pacing accelerates sharply. Rapid, rolling hat patterns begin to build immense pressure.)

The dust is flying... kick the clay,

We find the path... to escape the day.

The current rushes... past the tire,

The chest is burning... with a sudden fire...

(Fast triplet roll build-up) *Punch the gas! Let it go!*

(Fast tempo explosion. High-energy trap drop. Vocals switch to a loud, aggressive, gravelly yell over massive sliding sub bass.)

THE GRAFFITI BLEEDS UPON THE STONE!

OUT IN THE WOODS ALL ALONE!

WE RIDE DIRECTLY THROUGH THE HEAVY CREEK!

THE FREEDOM IS THE ONLY THING WE SEEK!

YEAH, WE WATCH IT FADE SLOW!

THE CANYON LOCKING DOWN BELOW!

(Tempo suddenly drops back to the slow, heavy trap pocket. The smoky voice falls into a quiet, intense cadence.)

She looks down at a glowing pocket screen,

The only signal in this wild ravine.

The blue steel frame rests upon the dirt,

A layer of mud covering her shirt.

The trees are tall and blocking out the heat,

The shallow water running at our feet.

A quiet hollow built on shale and bone,

We guard the valley till we are alone.

(Tempo rise. The patterns build up rapidly again. The raspy voice rises from a murmur into an intense shout.)

The rock is hanging heavy overhead,

We trace the symbols where the paint bled.

An endless spiral in a mind of dust,

We watch the metal slowly turn to rust.

The woods are closing and the shadows grow,

We take the path that only rebels know.

(Fast build-up) *Tear it down! Unleash the flame!*

(Fast tempo explosion. High intensity. Maximum vocal aggression and thick, heavy low-end slides.)

THE GRAFFITI BLEEDS UPON THE STONE!

OUT IN THE WOODS ALL ALONE!

WE RIDE DIRECTLY THROUGH THE HEAVY CREEK!

THE FREEDOM IS THE ONLY THING WE SEEK!

YEAH, WE WATCH IT FADE SLOW!

THE CANYON LOCKING DOWN BELOW!

(The fast energy strips away. The tempo drags back down to a crawl. The smoky voice leaves one final, low exhale into the dark canyon.)