Chrome has Teeth (808 and Candy Paint Remix)

808 AND CANDY PAINT (FINAL REMIX) [INTRO] Everybody looks at the candy paint. That's easy. The shine is supposed to get your attention. The bass? The bass is supposed to make you nervous. BassHead 808. Fire it up. [HOOK] Chrome got teeth, hear the bodywork grin, Whitewalls crawl while the 808 kicks in, Funk in the front, got a monster in the trunk, One note bends and the whole damn lane jumps. Keep that cool face, let the low end bark, Sunset gold with a midnight heart, Cut the drums dead, let the silence pull back, Chrome got teeth when the bass bites back. [VERSE 1] Arm out the window, I ain't racing the clock, Needle on the dash doing circles from the knock, Old leather creaks, hear the woodgrain sing, Got a clean little whistle with a very bad sting. That pretty little riff got a razor in the notes, Make the whole trunk thunder with a whisper in my throat, Their speakers all bark but the bite ain't present, Mine talk in frequencies, low and unpleasant. Calm catastrophe in a slow-moving chassis, They got ten loud tags, still couldn't outclass me, See the paint job gleam, don't mistake it for soft, Every word got weight before the kick takes off. Snare cuts sharp, let the rhythm get vicious, Too much mouth, not enough ammunition, Pull one fader down, watch the whole room react, Let the silence get smug before the bass attacks. [PRE-DROP] That whistle? That's the warning. [BASSHEAD TAG] Warning. Objects in the mirror are quieter than they appear. BassHead 808. [DROP 1] 808. 808. 808. 808. Whole trunk shaking. Whole trunk shaking. Whole trunk shaking. Whole trunk shaking. [VERSE 2] Two gears up and the whole lane tilts, Trap hats hiss while the low note splits, Wobble in the rear like a beast in a crate, Still land every consonant clean on the eight. Motor got a murmur, got the bumper vibrating, Everybody standing while the ground starts shaking, They keep talking about power like they own the ignition, I put funk through distortion, that's a different transmission. Trunk full of trouble, no trouble with timing, Gravel in the vocal and the rhythm keeps climbing, I don't need more volume just to make it feel heavy, Make a room lose balance while my breathing stays steady. Rapid articulation, calculated elevation, Bass manipulation with a nasty reputation, Rhythm renovation, no imitation needed, I don't chase the sound, I take the sound and rebuild it. [HOOK] Chrome got teeth, hear the bodywork grin, Whitewalls crawl while the 808 kicks in, Funk in the front, got a monster in the trunk, One note bends and the whole damn lane jumps. Keep that cool face, let the low end bark, Sunset gold with a midnight heart, Cut the drums dead, let the silence pull back, Chrome got teeth when the bass bites back. [PRE-DROP 2] You polished the hood. Forgot to feed the engine. [BASSHEAD TAG] Warning. Objects in the mirror are quieter than they appear. BassHead 808. [DROP 2] Candy paint drip. 808 hit. Candy paint drip. 808 hit. Bass in the trunk. Bass in the trunk. Bass in the trunk. Bass in the trunk. [BREAK] Funny thing about a pretty machine. Everybody loves the shine. Nobody asks what's growling underneath. That's where the trouble lives. [FINAL HOOK] Chrome got teeth, let the whole thing breathe, Hear that low note crawling underneath the beat, Got the funk in the frame and the bass in the bones, Turn the whole damn street into a rolling cyclone. No borrowed thunder, no manufactured roar, This ain't decoration, this is what the engine's for, Let the drums fall dead, let the last note crack, Chrome got teeth and the bass bites back. [FINAL DROP] 808. Candy paint. 808. Candy paint. Chrome got teeth. Bass bites back. Chrome got teeth. Bass bites back. Whole trunk shaking. Whole trunk shaking. Whole trunk shaking. Whole trunk shaking. [OUTRO] The paint fades. The chrome gets dull. The engine cools down. But people never forget what shook the ground. BassHead 808. Ride slow.