[Intro] (Instrumentation analog synth hook) [Verse 1] (Instrumentation: snare drum slam, rolling trap hats, 808 sub-bass glide) Count it out on the floor Two and three, then give me more Analog spark in the wire Push it higher, push it higher 808 under the room No dead air, just boom on boom Staccato cuts, clean and bright Locking in the pocket tonight [Pre-Chorus] (Instrumentation: Drums drop for one beat, cinematic horn stab, conga buildup) Hold... Hands up. Feel it stack Hopes, pressure in the ribs Horn cut, congas rollin' up— Here it comes, here it comes! [Chorus / Drop] (Instrumentation: Relentless driving Afro-house/trap groove, polyphonic string-synth melody) Step to the clave, feel it snap Ride that groove, don’t look back Beat in the chest, pulse in the feet Dry and heavy, locked and sweet Step to the clave, sing it out Analog shine, no room for doubt No delay, no cover-up Feel the low end lift you up Bassline circling the room Hands up high, let the kick resume Step to the clave, move your feet Bone-dry rhythm, sharp and neat Step to the clave, hold the line Analog warmth on every line No delay, no disguise Feel the sub-bass rise, rise, rise [Verse 2] Log drum hits, 808 glide Nothing left for the sound to hide Front-line rhythm, straight and bold Retro synth taking hold [Outro] (Instrumentation: Beat strips back to clave and synth, abrupt master track mute on a sharp tin drum hit) Two and three… Keep it tight… Zero echo… Mute.
