# BUCKWILD: DETROIT AFTER DARK **JACK SAINT** [Intro — Original Swamp Groove, Deep Bass, Vinyl Crackle] [Spoken — Deep Gritty Male Voice] You hear that? That's the sound of two worlds colliding. Swamp-born rhythm... Motor City attitude. [Vinyl Scratch — Brief Silence] Let's get buckwild. [Instrumental Drop — Heavy 808 Bass, Tight Guitar Chugs] [Verse 1 — Gritty Detroit Rap, Tight Rhythmic Flow] Came out the D where the cold wind bites, Rust on the rails and the neon lights, Motor City blood with a backroad soul, Got a swamp-born rhythm and a heart of coal. Steel-toe boots on a concrete floor, Bassline rattlin' the factory door, Little bit of country, whole lotta grit, Put the two together, watch the whole thing hit. No silver spoon, no easy street, Hard-earned name and a hard-hitting beat, From the riverfront lights to the cypress trees, Southern-born groove with a northern breeze. [Pre-Chorus — Half-Time Drums, Rising Guitar Tension] Turn it up, let the speakers shake, Feel that thunder underneath the brakes, One spark, one match, one gasoline night— [Full Band Stop] [Spoken — Low Growl] Detroit just crossed the county line. [Chorus — Explosive Melodic Rap-Rock Hook, Full Band] BUCKWILD! LET THE WHOLE THING SHAKE! FROM THE D TO THE SWAMP, FEEL THE GROUND QUAKE! BUCKWILD! AIN'T NO TURNIN' BACK! GOT A MOTOR CITY HEARTBEAT ON A COUNTRY TRACK! BUCKWILD! LET THE LOW END ROLL! GOT A LITTLE BIT OF TROUBLE AND A WHOLE LOTTA SOUL! BUCKWILD! HEAR THAT MIDNIGHT SOUND! WHEN THE SWAMP MEETS DETROIT, WE SHAKE THIS TOWN! [Post-Chorus — DJ Scratch Fills, 808 Bounce] Buck—buck—BUCKWILD! LET IT RIDE! D-D-DETROIT! LET IT RIDE! [Verse 2 — Faster Detroit Rap Flow, Syncopated Drums] Blacktop shining from a midnight rain, Dirty little rhythm running through my veins, Southside swagger with a northern bite, Got the whole damn bayou jumping tonight. Fiddle in the back with a wicked little grin, 808 knocking like it's kicking the door in, Slide guitar crying, turntables spin, Every time it drops, bring the thunder again. No map, no master plan, Just a beat in my chest and a mic in my hand, Can't put a fence round a runaway sound, When the bass hits hard, everybody gets down. [Breakdown — Original Swamp Groove, Funky Bass, Vinyl Crackle] [Spoken — Deep Male Voice] They said country don't belong in Detroit. They said Detroit don't belong in the swamp. [Pause] Funny thing about music... It don't ask permission. [DJ Scratch — Explosive Beat Drop] [Rap Bridge — Double-Time Detroit Flow, Heavy Guitar Chugs] Rust-belt rhythm with a riverboat swing, Got the back forty making engine blocks sing, Cold steel, hot wheels, kick drum slam, Country-fried funk with a Motor City jam. No rules on the road when the beat takes flight, Bayou and boulevard burning tonight, One mic, one groove, two worlds collide, Turn the whole thing loose, let the rhythm ride! [Instrumental Break — Slide Guitar, Palm-Muted Riffs, DJ Scratches] [Final Chorus — Full Band, Powerful Male Gang Vocals] BUCKWILD! LET THE WHOLE THING SHAKE! FROM THE D TO THE SWAMP, FEEL THE GROUND QUAKE! BUCKWILD! AIN'T NO TURNIN' BACK! GOT A MOTOR CITY HEARTBEAT ON A COUNTRY TRACK! BUCKWILD! LET THE LOW END ROLL! GOT A LITTLE BIT OF TROUBLE AND A WHOLE LOTTA SOUL! BUCKWILD! HEAR THAT MIDNIGHT SOUND! WHEN THE SWAMP MEETS DETROIT, WE SHAKE THIS TOWN! [Outro — Strip Back to Original Swamp Groove, Warm Bass, Vinyl Crackle] [Spoken — Deep Gritty Male Voice, Slow and Reflective] From the Motor City... To the backroads of the South. Two worlds. One beat. One hell of a ride. [Vinyl Scratch — Complete Silence, Two-Second Pause] [Spoken — Low, Quiet, Dead Serious, Close-Miked] Funny thing is... **I never left Detroit.** [Single Massive 808 Hit — Hard Stop] [End — No Fade]
