Wire and Bone

(¡Un, dos, tres, seis, ocho, diez!) (¡Toma!) You don't need a map to find where the nerve ends A heavy heel drops and the whole floor bends Spit on the floor, no grammar in the chest Just a violent lung trying to outrun the rest No translation for the way the rhythm cracks When the air pushes back (¡Agua!) The skull catches the frequency before the ear can think A cold black wave pulling you over the brink (¡Muévelo!) Ten fingers locking down the middle of the frame No names, no labels, yet you feel the flame The blood in the throat is the very same color One sudden strike making every wall smaller You thought it was a riddle till your feet were ignited The spark and the lightning finally united (¡Vaya!) Hold the line tight, let the rhythm collide instruction not needed, the beat will provide (¡Dale!) Now the low-end vibration is stripping the hide A dirty metal string catching the stride Thumb on the steel, dragging hard on the grid Exposing the raw nerve that the skin always hid A heavy funk grease stain under the feet No borders, no language, just the heat Stop. (Escucha...) Run the machine till the processors freeze There is a friction you can't fake or squeeze It’s the drag of the heel, it’s the snap of the wrist It’s the part of the code that the sequence dont miss! The blood in the throat is the very same color One sudden strike making every wall smaller You thought it was a riddle till your feet were ignited The spark and the lightning finally united (¡Que lo sepas!) Hold the line tight, let the rhythm collide instruction not needed, the beat will provide (¡Así se hace!) The wire. The bone. (¡Suéltalo!) Every single language burning down to the stone.