[Intro] [Walking upright bass line begins, accompanied by a smoky muted trumpet] [Vocals: Hushed, intensely close to the microphone] Hush now. Don't disturb the grass. [Verse 1] [Finger snaps join the upright bass on the backbeat] [Vocals: Slow, methodical whisper-rap, emphasizing the off-beats] One step, two step, placing down the toe. Pacing through the underbrush, incredibly slow. I track the little shiver in the center of your spine. Calculating distance till the territory's mine. You think the night is empty, you think the coast is clear. You haven't checked the wind to see exactly who is near. I navigate the shadows, stepping strictly on the gray. Taking all your avenues of exiting away. [Chorus] [Drums kick in with a sultry, dragging jazz groove] [Vocals: Smooth, melodic, highly seductive] I'm on the prowl. (Watch the grass move) I'm hunting in the silence. (Get into the groove) I don't have to sprint to catch you in the snare. I just materialize from the atmospheric air. [Verse 2] [Bass walk gets more complex and highly syncopated] [Vocals: Picking up speed, internal rhymes clustering tightly] Slinking by the perimeter, linking the coordinates. Thinking you can run but I am breaking your subordinates. The pulse is elevating, the adrenaline is thick. You stumble in the dark because my navigation's quick. I watch you look around, but your vision is a joke. I'm blending with the midnight, disappearing in the smoke. The predator is patient, the predator is calm. Holding your reality right inside my palm. [Chorus] [Full jazz-rap instrumentation swells with intense swagger] [Vocals: Smooth, melodic, highly seductive] I'm on the prowl. (Watch the grass move) I'm hunting in the silence. (Get into the groove) I don't have to sprint to catch you in the snare. I just materialize from the atmospheric air. [Outro] [Music strips away until only the walking bass remains] [Vocals: A low, rhythmic hum that fades into a whisper] Gotcha. [A single sharp finger snap ends the track]
