[Verse 1] Hit the pad, sample’s tight, Breaks hit hard, no light. Bassline low, vibe’s grimy, Darkside step, don’t try me. MPC locked, feel that swing, Dubplate cut, that jungle king. Sweat drips down, floor gets mad, Soundbwoy run, vibes go bad. [Chorus] Pull it! Reload! Bass too cold. Hands up high, Jungle never dies. [Drop] [Verse 2] Snare snaps back, beats rewind, Skank so hard, lost all time. Smoke and strobe, rave in mist, Drop that tune, can't resist. Decks stay hot, mix stay rude, Pressure rise, no time for mood. All in deep, feel that weight, Bassline proper – seal that fate. [Chorus] Pull it! Reload! Bass too cold. Hands up high, Jungle never dies. [Verse 3] Lighters up, crew get loud, Sirens blaze, lost in crowd. Wobble so fat, shakes the block, Man dem shell it, non-stop shock. Spin that wheel, bring back rain. [Drop] [Outro]
