Blood & Rhythm

[Intro – whispered ad-libs over 808s and sirens in the distance]
Yeah…
Heart on the snare, pain on the kick,
Blood in the bassline, can you feel it?
We don’t just dance to survive,
we survive ’cause we dance, you get me?

[Verse 1 – UK drill flow, low and menacing]
Step in the night with my thoughts on mute,
hood up, brain full of old disputes.
World so cold but the block still hot,
same old beef on a brand-new drop.
Phone in my hand, two ticks then ghost,
love turned smoke when I needed it most.
Still got scars that the mandem can’t see,
still got dreams that the system won’t free.

Mama said “pray when the lights go black,”
streets said “ride, better watch your back.”
I’m stuck in the middle with a heart off beat,
tryna turn hurt into heat on a beat.
So I link that riddim with a Latin twist,
hips move mad when the snare hits.
Shot of rum for the ones we lost,
every little step is a break from the frost.

[Pre-Chorus – melodic Latino hook, half-sung]
Corazón on the line, can you feel my pain?
Dancing on the edge in the pouring rain.
If the world don’t love us, we don’t beg, we don’t plead,
we just bleed to the rhythm till our souls feel free.

[Chorus – huge drill x dancehall hook, layered vocals]
This is blood & rhythm,
pain in the kick drum, life in the system.
Hands in the air when the bassline shake,
hearts still broken but the floor don’t break.
From the block to the barrio, we move as one,
eyes on the night, but we dance like sun.
Every tear, every scar that we’re living—
turn it up loud, that’s blood & rhythm.

[Verse 2 – bilingual drill verse, more energetic]
I got mandem stressing, hermanos too,
whole squad tired of the same old news.
Bills on the table, fear in the chat,
still outside in a Nike full black.
Yet when the DJ pull that track back twice,
whole room glow like we living two lives.
One for the struggle, one for the wave,
one for the nights we were too afraid.

Mira, mami with the wine so vicious,
eyes say pain but the smile delicious.
She don’t trust love, only trusts bass,
says every man leave but the riddim stay.
So we skank in the dark with our sins on show,
let the whole place feel what we never let go.
If hurt is a language I speak it clean,
808 therapist, set me free.

[Bridge – dancehall chant, crowd-style call & response]
Who got heart? (We got heart!)
Who got scars? (We got scars!)
Who turn war into one more dance
in the middle of the bars?
If you feel that weight on your chest tonight,
let the riddim lift it, hold on tight.

[Chorus – final, bigger drop with ad-libs]
This is blood & rhythm,
pain in the kick drum, life in the system.
Hands in the air when the bassline shake,
hearts still broken but the floor don’t break.
From the block to the barrio, we move as one,
eyes on the night, but we dance like sun.
Every tear, every scar that we’re living—
turn it up loud, that’s blood & rhythm.

[Outro – fading vocal, echo and distant sirens]
If the world won’t hear our story,
let the speakers tell it for me.
When the beat c

Male vocal, UK drill x Latino dancehall fusion with dark 808s, riddim bounce, catchy melodic hooks