[Intro: Four-on-the-floor kick enters alone; pulsing sub-bass fades in beneath it; dark sequenced synth motif appears through a low-pass filter; distant reversed guitar swell; close breathy lead enters early] [Verse 1: Intimate dry lead, agile rhythmic phrasing; swung breakbeat ghosts around the steady kick; bass stays simple and hypnotic; synth motif answers vocal gaps] There he go Walking slow Streetlights flicker when they see the fro Cold like snow Soft, slow glow Whole damn block yelling, “Yo, bro, whoa” Head held low Shoes on glow Wind starts changing when he cross the road Crow gonna crow River gonna flow Everybody know— Don’t touch the fro [Pre-Chorus: Pads widen gradually; synth filter opens; breakbeat grows more active; vocal rises slightly in register] Where’d he come from? Nobody knows Where’s he headed? Wherever wind blows Friend or foe? High or low? Only one law wherever he goes— [Chorus: Full club groove; wide pads; bass deepens; melodic synth opens into a larger hook; lead doubles tightly; chopped vocal fragments echo the title] Don’t touch the fro Don’t touch the fro You can watch it rise You can watch it grow You can lose your mind You can lose control But whatever you do— Don’t touch the fro [Post-Chorus: Drop back to kick, bass, vocal fragments and sparse synth pulse] Oh no Back up, bro That’s sacred territory Nice and slow Hands below Respect the glow Everybody know— Don’t touch the fro [Verse 2: Groove returns leaner and darker; swung breakbeat more pronounced; subtle bass slides; reversed guitar swells appear between phrases] Made some dough Bought a château Still slept outside underneath the snow Met a CEO Met a pro Both stepped back when they saw the fro Went to a show Front-row glow Bass hit hard and the whole thing flowed Security said, “Sir, you gotta go” He looked up slow: “That so?” [Breakdown: Main synth and pads progressively low-pass; drums strip away layer by layer; bass collapses to one low pulse] [Spoken Lead: Bone-dry, deadpan] Then expanded the fro. [Build: One sub pulse; rising filtered synth; tense snare roll; widening pad swell] [Drop: Huge four-on-the-floor kick; bass opens fully; synth motif jumps upward into an explosive melodic drop; breakbeat snaps around the kick] Ten feet wide Maybe more Blocked the hallway Blocked the door People cried, “Make it stop!” [Hard Cut: Music disappears] [Soft Spoken Lead] He whispered softly: “No.” [Chorus: Full groove returns; stronger vocal doubles; synth hook brighter and wider; bass more forceful] Don’t touch the fro Don’t touch the fro You can watch it rise You can watch it grow You can beg all night You can sell your soul But whatever you do— Don’t touch the fro Oh no Back up, bro That’s sacred territory Nice and slow Hands below Respect the glow Everybody know— Don’t touch the fro [Bridge: Kick disappears; low bass pulse remains; huge dark pads fill the stereo field; reversed guitar bends stretch behind the vocal; synth sequence slowly opens through the section] Long ago Down below Ancient prophets carved it into stone: When the oceans boil And the comets glow A chosen one shall walk the earth With an enormous fro Crowds overflow Sirens echo Governments fall Markets close [Hard Cut: Absolute silence] [Child Voice] “Can I touch it though?” [Silence] [Deadpan Lead] “…No.” [Final Build: Low pulse returns; synth motif filters upward; snare roll accelerates; vocal fragments multiply and widen] [Final Drop: Largest version of the groove; massive kick and sub; full-width melodic synth; wide pads; swung breakbeat driving underneath; high vocal doubles and chopped hook fragments] DON’T TOUCH THE FRO (Don’t you do it!) DON’T TOUCH THE FRO (Leave it alone!) From the mountains high To the undertow From Tokyo To Mexico Every living soul Gonna learn and know— DON’T TOUCH THE FRO (Hands back!) DON’T TOUCH THE FRO (Respect the glow!) Let the whole thing blow Let the whole world know When your final hour comes And the lights burn low— [Outro: Beat gradually strips away; synth motif softens; warm pads remain; breathy lead stretches the final phrase] Keep your hands Off The FROOOOOOOOO [Final Hit: Kick and sub strike once; immediate silence]
