"I AM THE JUICE" [Interlude - Sam (female)] (A slow, massive, distorted bassline starts to vibrate the floorboards. An 80 BPM trap-metal drum beat kicks in—hard, slow, and threatening. Spoken word, dripping with absolute confidence.) People get confused when a king steps off the board. They see the quiet house, they see the clean hands, and they think the power dried up. They think the street forgot his name. But they don't understand the physics of it. You don't lose the current just because you turned off the machine. [Verse 1 - Matt (male)] (A nasty, fuzz-drenched electric guitar mirrors the bassline. Matt’s voice is low, gravelly, and dripping with arrogant authority.) Let’s get the record straight, let’s clear up the air I see 'em whispering out of the side of their hair They see me walking clean, breathing the ocean breeze They think the lion went and caught a disease They think I put it down and lost the heavy crown They think I ain't the baddest mother in this town But let me educate the rookies stepping on the crack I didn't leave the game, I put the game on my back! [Pre-Chorus - Matt (male) & Sam (female)] (The beat drops to just a heavy, clapping snare and a sub-bass rumble.) (Matt - male) I didn't rent the crown... (Sam - female) ...he built it out of steel. (Matt - male) I didn't play the hand... (Sam - female) ...he spun the whole damn wheel. [Chorus - Matt (male) & Sam (female)] (The beat drops with catastrophic force. Huge, swaggering groove. Talk box screaming like a siren.) (Matt - male) I hear 'em talking 'bout the power and who's got the loose! (Sam - female) They don't know who they're talking to! (Matt - male) I didn't just hold the wire, I didn't just have the juice! I WAS THE FUCKING JUICE! (Sam - female) He is the live wire! (Matt - male) AND I WILL ALWAYS BE THE JUICE! I AM THE FIRE! [Verse 2 - Matt (male)] (The rhythm gets a dirty, syncopated bounce. Matt is practically talking his trash right into the mic.) I was the battery, the plug, and the main supply I was the reason that the whole damn city got high I wasn't standing in the line, I was the barricade I wasn't working in the shadows, I was the shade So if you think my hands are soft because the blood is washed You better step back 'fore your whole operation gets squashed I'm sober, I'm solid, I'm quiet and I'm cold But I still own the patent on the heavy and the bold! [Pre-Chorus - Matt (male) & Sam (female)] (The tension winds up tight. A police siren wails deep in the background.) (Matt - male) I am the generator... (Sam - female) ...running in the dark. (Matt - male) I am the thunder... (Sam - female) ...he’s the lethal spark. [Chorus - Matt (male) & Sam (female)] (Maximum volume. Every instrument slamming on the beat.) (Matt - male) I hear 'em talking 'bout the power and who's got the loose! (Sam - female) They don't know who they're talking to! (Matt - male) I didn't just hold the wire, I didn't just have the juice! I WAS THE FUCKING JUICE! (Sam - female) He is the live wire! (Matt - male) AND I WILL ALWAYS BE THE JUICE! I AM THE FIRE! [Bridge - Matt (male)] (Just the sub-bass shaking the speakers. Matt's voice drops to a lethal whisper.) Clean. Yeah, I'm clean. But don't mistake the silence for weakness. The juice doesn't come from a bag, or a pipe, or a corner. The juice is in the blood. And my veins are fully charged. [Outro - Sam (female) & Matt (male)] (The heavy beat slams one last time and then rings out into feedback.) (Sam - female - spoken, smooth and dangerous) You heard the man. Class dismissed. (Matt - male - spoken, a low, arrogant laugh) Always will be. (A heavy electrical switch gets thrown—CLACK—and the track cuts to immediate dead silence.)
