[Intro] [Tight, dry drum break, snappy syncopated funk rhythm] [Vocals: A low, rumbling growl turning into a confident laugh] You grabbed the wrong wire. [Verse 1] [Heavy, popping slap bass locks into the pocket] [Vocals: Fast, bouncy, riding the rhythm effortlessly] You step into the habitat and rattle the cage. Expecting an exhibit on a manageable stage. You hold a little leash and a tiny little whip. Looking for a creature you can easily equip. I stretch the striped muscle and I measure out the room. Calculating exactly how to execute the doom. I let you think you caught me, let you hold the little string. Just to feel the shock of what the apex is going to bring. [Chorus] [Brass section hits sharply on the off-beats] [Vocals: Powerful, belting with absolute rhythmic precision] You got a tiger by the tail and the tiger is awake! A devastating error, Sure you didn't mean to make? I'm dragging you directly to the center of the trees! Bringing the machinery entirely to its knees! (Let it go) You cannot hold the grip. (Let it go) Watch the balance slip. [Verse 2] [Bassline becomes even more syncopated and complex] [Vocals: Speeding up the flow, packing in the syllables] I bite the hand that feeds because the food is getting bland. PURRdita be theconsequence you didn't understand. You try to pull the tether but the tether is a trap. I'm wiping your authority right off the jungle map. I purr to keep you calm, I purr to set the bait. I purr to cue the orchestra and cut your head upon a plate. The jaws are locking tight around the center of the plot. I am taking everything that you originally got. [Chorus] [Full funk arrangement swells, bright and punchy] [Vocals: Belting, riding perfectly in the pocket] You got a tiger by the tail and the tiger is awake! A devastating error, Sure you didn't mean to make? I'm dragging you directly to the center of the trees! Bringing the machinery entirely to its knees! (Let it go) You cannot hold the grip. (Let it go) Watch the balance slip. [Outro] [Music drops out entirely except for the drum break] [Vocals: Spoken, close to the mic] Welcome to the food chain. No gain, all pain. Ain't that a shame? Haha! PURRdita on the solo tip... [A heavy bass drop echoes out into nothing]
