[Intro] S-s-s-smooth when I step in the gloom, N-n-nothin’ to prove in the room, Rust on the rails, that’s bloom, Drill in the grime in the jungle — boom. Yeah… sirens sing with the bassline, Steel heart still beat on a late night, Post-code post-industrial daytime, Turn pain into groove when it ain’t right. [Chorus] (Hook – chanty, call & response) Too smooth, too smooth (ayy) Nothin’ to prove, that’s truth (yeah) Whole block move, one groove (bounce) Left, right, left, then BOUNCE, DON’T THINK – JUST MOVE Too smooth, too smooth (skrrt) Nothin’ to prove, that’s proof (uh) Old world rust on the roof (roof) Steel toe bounce, then BOUNCE, DON’T THINK – JUST MOVE (Yeah) Bounce, don’t think – just move (Ayy) Bounce, don’t think – just move [Verse 1] Grey sky, grey brick, same script, new edit, Same blocks, same stress, I just won’t dead it. Turn flats to a rave when the snare start shreddin’, Amen break in my chest, that’s a concrete wedding. Steel beams, old mills, that’s my skyline, Crane arms point where I write my lifeline. If they talk grime, I’m the post-code guideline, If they talk drill, I’m the no-stunt landmine. I seen shutters go down, dreams boxed in, Some pick shots, some pick clocks in. I picked mics, picked nights, picked locked-in, Turned that frostbite pain into hot spin. Paint chips on the wall but the tag still bright, I’m a torch in a blackout, match in a night. No chain on my neck but this flow wear light, If the bassline growls, we ain’t scared, we ignite. [Pre-Chorus] Let it sink deep in your ribs, that thud, Floorboard shake like a train through mud. No cap, no mask, no fake rich blood, If it don’t feel real, then we pull that plug. [Chorus] Too smooth, too smooth (ayy) Nothin’ to prove, that’s truth (yeah) Whole block move, one groove (bounce) Left, right, left, then BOUNCE, DON’T THINK – JUST MOVE Too smooth, too smooth (skrrt) Nothin’ to prove, that’s proof (uh) Old world rust on the roof (roof) Steel toe bounce, then BOUNCE, DON’T THINK – JUST MOVE (Yeah) Bounce, don’t think – just move (Ayy) Bounce, don’t think – just move [Verse 2] I came from the land of the boarded shops, Now I tour in my mind through distorted drops. Every hi-hat’s sparks when the metal locks, Every kick drum’s boots on the factory blocks. Ghosts in the bricks still two-step with me, Old heads nod, say “keep that gritty.” Young youts buss skank by the sub so pretty, When the bassline bites, whole postcode dizzy. Jungle in my veins, that’s vine and wire, Drill in my teeth, that’s grind and fire. Grime in my lungs, that’s soot and choir, Choir of the cranes sing “aim up higher.” No role-play badness, real talk only, Seen man act hard, end up more lonely. We just work, clock in with the beats, homie, Let the kick drum fund what the streets owe me. [Switch-Up – Jungle Break] (Breakdown, double-time flow) S-s-s-smooth in the smoke, no flex, just focus, Clip from the past in the fog like a locus. Ring road hum, that’s a low-end chorus, Amen chop turn dust into orbit. Train line hum with the Reese in my spine, Hi-hat stitch every scar in a line. If the world fall down, I’ma still keep time, ’Cause the snare too sharp and the groove stand fine. [Chorus] Too smooth, too smooth (ayy) Nothin’ to prove, that’s truth (yeah) Whole block move, one groove (bounce) Left, right, left, then BOUNCE, DON’T THINK – JUST MOVE Too smooth, too smooth (skrrt) Nothin’ to prove, that’s proof (uh) Old world rust on the roof (roof) Steel toe bounce, then BOUNCE, DON’T THINK – JUST MOVE (Yeah) Bounce, don’t think – just move (Ayy) Bounce, don’t think – just move [Outro] Post-industrial, still run riddims, Heart on my sleeve, no stunt, no gimmicks. Steel city spine with a soul that’s vivid, If the beat’s that cold, we forgive how we livin’. S-s-s-smooth in the ruins, that’s me, N-n-not here for a mask on the beat. If the room too dead, then I set it all free — One chant, one bassline… then we all leave clean.
