Wet Concrete Choir (Remix)

[Intro: low dark UK male, rain glass, organ drone] Wet concrete. Shop light flicker. Black cab slow. Flat cap low. tik-tik glass-kah say less [Pre-Hook: rim clicks, sub creeping] Ahh-yeah... road gone quiet Ahh-yeah... blue lights sliding Hah-woah... don’t chat when the low end breathes [Hook: dark chant, heavy 808, low choir] Ride through the rain, don’t talk too much Blacked-out whip when the whole road hush Wet concrete sing when the bassline swings Whole ends know when we roll through deep Slide past shops with the shutters down Blue lights flash but we don’t turn round Oh-woah, hear the road breathe Whole block moves when we roll through deep [Verse 1: dry grime pocket] Chicken shop steam on the passenger glass Blue lights bleed where the black cab passed Man said “safe” with a face like ash Same fake grin from the same fake past Don’t chat to me, fam, I clocked that tone Lift don’t work, still I rose from stone Stairwell stink where the young boys roam Now the whole block hush when the low end groans tik-tik, hi-hat flick when the rain hits brick glass-kah, pub glass lip, don’t say shit Big talk slipped when the room went thick Small-boy chest in a big-boy fit I don’t bark, I pattern, then ghost through fast Black coat zipped with the collar up past You did dirt, now the mask won’t last Funny how brave turns glass when it cracks [Dropout] What happened? You folded. [Verse lift: organ stab] Bookie slip folded in a rain-wet palm Two men quiet when the backroom calms White shirt clean but the cufflink scuffed Fast-mouth donny got his courage cut Big-man act till the door gets shut Now his voice goes thin like, “fam, that’s enough” blick-click, chain hit, shutters drop Train-gate beep when the snare goes off Man got loud then forgot his plot Now he stares at the floor like the floor got God [Pre-Chorus: organ holds] Who stayed calm when the lights went low? Who moved quiet where the cold winds blow? Who came through when the smoke still rose? Me. [Hook: heavier] Ride through the rain, don’t talk too much Blacked-out whip when the whole road hush Wet concrete sing when the bassline swings Whole ends know when we roll through deep [Verse 2: faster grime cadence] Bare man lie till the truth steps in Big chat dries when the proof gets grim Old friend sold me out for a drink Now he says “bro” with a nervous grin Nah, don’t bro me, cuz, not now Same little snake with a soft-mouth vow You weren’t there when the lights went out Now you want love when the price comes round brrah-kah, snare make the fake ones twitch tik-tik, train gate beep like a glitch glass-kah, wrist cold, chain don’t miss Bassline kick make the whole room shift Your maths went wrong when the road got live Had ten man there, still no one rides Big spreadsheet plan with a glass-jaw spine Looked real clean till the ends replied Don’t smile now, fam, I know that face Same old lie with a brand-new shape You weren’t there, don’t talk on pain Allow all that, you made your play Blicky tucked low but the mouth stays shut No love for a wasteman switching once [Bridge: haunted melodic] It all feels clear when the rain comes down Streetlights bend on the same old ground You saw man when the smoke got loud Tell me I ain’t what the road made now I’d rather burn than beg for peace I’d rather move than rot in grief If you ride with me, don’t ask what I seen Just hold that silence between your teeth [Instrumental: pipe organ riff, sliding 808, train-beep hats, shutter slams, pub-glass taps, bowed bass, low choir, rain swell, black cab pass-by, sub drop, bell] [Final Verse: double-time] No sermon, no service, no soft little ending Just purpose in person with pressure descending I patterned the damage, then sharpened the method Now every old slight got a seat at the session No panic, no frantic, no random aggression I balance the malice with elegant tension They gambled on silence, I banked the collection Now look at the room and call that correction Back of the cab with the rain on the glass Name in the mud but the chain came back Same little pagans that prayed I’d crash Now look at their face when the bass goes black Backstreet gospel, bassline chapel Ash on the cuff, rain on the gravel Black cab gleam with a low-end rattle Man talk war but he don’t want battle tik-tik, rain hit brick when I step in clacka-clang, chain swing, no question glass-kah, pub glass crack under pressure Roads don’t forgive, fam, roads remember [Dropout] You done? Thought so. [Final Hook: full choir, full organ] Ride through the rain, don’t talk too much Blacked-out whip when the whole road hush Wet concrete sing when the bassline swings Whole ends know when we roll through deep Slide past shops with the shutters down Blue lights flash but we don’t turn round Oh-woah, hear the road breathe Whole block moves when we roll through deep [Outro] Wet concrete. Shop light flicker. Black cab slow. Flat cap low. Roads remember. So do I.