[Verse]
Steppin’ in the shadows where the speakers hum grime,
Catch me in the alley dodgin’ cops, dodgin’ time.
Bassline nasty, lurching like a fiend,
Heat in the trunk, spark it up, gasoline.
[Chorus]
Bass drops filthy, stomach-turn revolting,
Vomit in your soul, like the devil’s hand holding.
Claps hit sharp, like knuckles on your chin,
Bassline warfare, let the madness begin.
[Verse 2]
Chain on my neck, that’s a noose for the broke,
Laughin’ at the law; life’s a poisonous joke.
Kicks hit harder than the mob in dark alleys,
Crime scene beats, paint the sky like bloody tallies.
[Bridge]
Synths screamin’, sirens through the waves,
Buried in distortion like the underground slaves.
Drum taps sneaky, plotting out the scheme,
Bass booming louder, sound a gangster’s dream.
[Chorus]
Bass drops filthy, stomach-turn revolting,
Vomit in your soul, like the devil’s hand holding.
Claps hit sharp, like knuckles on your chin,
Bassline warfare, let the madness begin.
[Verse 3]
Backstreets rumble, the subs split the grit,
Trigger-finger soundwaves, raging in the pit.
This ain’t no dancefloor; it’s a field for the war,
Kick in the teeth, leave a print by the door.