Rossville Roots

(Acoustic guitar plucking)

Haha, I don’t usually do this…

But this track was too fun not to make.

Who here is from Kansas?!

Give me an aww yeah!

Small town named Rossville…

Small town roots.

One. Two. Three. Let’s go!

(Acoustic guitar loops with a sharp, rolling 808 trap hi-hat)

Grew up in Rossville, mud on my shoes,

Playing in Cross Creek, nothing to lose.

Fishing with my dad since the age of two,

Underneath the stars where the woodpeckers flew.

Sun setting down, cicadas start to hiss,

Man, that’s the part that I'm always gonna miss.

Ford Trucks, tractors, rolling down the lane,

Neighbors called us family, running through our veins.

(Guitar cuts out. Sub-bass starts to rumble. A rhythmic "clack-clack, clack-clack" train track sound effect enters, perfectly synced to a 140 BPM grid. Snare rolls begin accelerating alongside the speeding train rhythm)

Yeah, it's part of the roots,

Glory in the dirt on these heavy leather boots.

Train bridge crossing right over the yard,

Cross Creek flowing when the winters got hard.

(Distant train horn blares, pitching up with the electronic risers)

Moved to the city, but it never rearranged me,

Rossville, Kansas, the place that made me!

Let’s go DAWGS.

Go! Fight! Win!

Missy Land now, let the drop begin!

(Heavy 4x4 kick drums slam in. Aggressive, distorted trap brass mixes with a roaring electronic bass drop. A chopped, energetic electric guitar riff plays over the heavy electronic rhythm)

Let’s go DAWGS!

(Bass drop slams)

Go! Fight! Win!

(4x4 kicks pounding)

That’s my home!

Where the roots begin!

(Beat drops to a slower hip-hop/trap half-time bounce. Acoustic banjo or guitar accents the 808 bass)

Yeah, Missy Land now but the creativity sparked there,

Shucking sweet corn in the heavy summer glare.

Sweat on our brow, hundred-degree heat,

Waving at the floats rolling right down Main Street.

Built by our hands, homegrown and proud,

Farming heritage standing tall in the crowd.

August hits the clock and the town comes alive,

Celebrating harvest just to see the family thrive!

(Snare rolls build rapidly. The train-clack layer re-enters at maximum velocity. Pitch-rising electronic sweeps lift the energy. The lyrics sync straight to the build-up speed)

Yeah, we pull together when the summer starts to break,

For the heritage and pride in every single step we take.

Yeah, the stalks grow high, watch the whole town rise,

Look at that gold under midwest skies!

One, two, three, let’s go!

(Maximum energy. Heavy 4x4 kick drums paired with massive bass drops and an upbeat, aggressive country fiddle or guitar screeching over the trap-step synthesizers)

"TALL CORN FESTIVAL!" (Heavy bass drop slams)

Go! Fight! Win!

(4x4 kicks pounding)

Rossville roots!

Let the drop begin!

(The main 4x4 electronic beat drops out completely. A crisp, high-voltage marching band snare drum rolls rapidly, locked to a 140 BPM grid. The vocals cut through a megaphone filter, echoing like a stadium announcer over a PA system.)

Red and black running all through our veins,

From the high school field to the passing trains.

Look at those stadium lights burning bright,

The whole damn town's waking up tonight!

(A heavy sub-bass riser starts to swell underneath the snare. Rapid-fire trap 808 hi-hats enter, ticking at double-time velocity as the crowd chant builds.)

Spell it out loud so they know who we are,

From the country roads to the city afar!

Give me a D!

Give me an A!

Give me a W-G-S!

(A massive, pitched-up electronic sweep reaches its peak. A distant train horn blares on the grid.)

D.A.W.G.S let's go!

That's my home!

(The entire track instantly drops to near-silence on the downbeat. A clean, acoustic guitar chord rings out softly, The vocal effect switches to a dry, intimate studio mic.)

Missy Land... we out.

(The acoustic guitar stops mid-strum. One full second of absolute dead silence to trick the crowd.)

(Suddenly, an aggressive, piercing sub-bass alarm blares out at maximum volume. The 140 BPM tempo re-engages with a massive, roaring white-noise riser sweeping upward.)

Wait, hold up... turn me back up!

You thought we were done?!

ROSSVILLE!

CHOP THE BLOCK!

ONE! TWO! THREE! BRING THE BASS BACK!

(The track violently explodes into The Final Drop. A distorted, festival-grade 4x4 kick drum punches through, paired with an aggressive, sliding sub-bass that shakes the low-end frequencies. A screeching, heavily overdriven synth melody plays over the top, mimicking a country fiddle on absolute overdrive.)

ROSSVILLE ROOTS!

(The sub-bass slams hard, modulating down to a heavier tone)

LET’S GO DAWGS!

(Maximum energy, 4x4 kicks pounding)

WE DON'T BEND!

(The beat cuts instantly on a massive, echoing explosion sound effect.)

Haha, man, now that is how you finish a track.

That bass was dirty.

Yeah, kill the recording... that's a wrap.