[Intro: Math-Trap Acoustic Spasm] [Frantic 12-string guitar polyrhythm locked against a deep, booming 808 sub-bass. Hard knocks and massive cymbal crashes.] [Vocal chop: sa sa Sad sa sad] [D. J. Scratch and mixed chop, extended 1993 style] Bo ba no na Bo ba no na Bo Bo ba na nah La la le li low lew la lo lo low [vocal stretching: down] down [Verse 1: Sharp UK Garage Flow] [The banjo kicks in with hyper-complex, rapid arpeggios. Minimalist drum knocks.] Send it up (up) [D. J. Scratch and mixed chop, extended 1993 style] Set it out (out) Don’t need no promotion (nope) People hear the emotion (feelings) Go and see for yourself (you do it) What you experience help? (well did it?) Probably just more smooth gridlock cadence. [D. J. Scratch and mixed chop, extended 1993 style] Should we be looking for something abrasive? [Vocal chop: sa sa Sad sa sad] [D. J. Scratch and mixed chop, extended 1993 style] I know a few places. (He-he) Made of faces. (Oh) Several places. (Lord) Hey guys are still with me? I’m just a little worried. [D. J. Scratch and mixed chop, extended 1993 style] People don’t seem to understand. The joys of the woman, (uhh) Or simple plans. [Vocal chop: sa sa Sad sa sad] [D. J. Scratch and mixed chop, extended 1993 style] [Chorus: Haunting Soul Expansion] [The beat drops into a heavy halftime feel. The London MC switches to soaring, soulful singing. A weeping, odd-meter blues harmonica bleeds through the background.] Silver wings ascendant, shining in the clouds Singing things dependent, feelings still abound Please be gentle, hold with all care Another day hoping to still be there Love life like you are running away Stuff bites but blues get replaced [Verse 2: Aggressive Garage Rap] [Drums switch back to frantic double-kicks and mad cymbal trills. The 12-string guitar plays a jagged, mathematical riff.] Stand with your feet planted deep in the earth. Man child and woman will love to not have to be first. See the world for what it is. Bring a heart, save the kids. End the exploitation. Every nation. It’s not about migration. Plenty of places, factories smoking. So many families, all full of hoping. What can I do and what should you say? Someone will figure it out before they pass away. [D. J. Scratch and mixed chop, extended 1993 style] [Bridge: Raw Unfiltered Purge] [Instrumentation drops out completely. Just the deep resonating bass, hard knocks, and the raw vocal.] Send over your dancer Hope for good measure Don’t expect an answer Busy people are always doing their best Hold my hand and hold my stress Told the sand the stone failed the test Time will win, no matter your best Thank goodness for this Life…….blessed [D. J. Scratch and mixed chop, extended 1993 style] [Chorus: Full Math-Trap Climax] [Maximum density. Banjo, harmonica, and 12-string weave an intricate mathematical web over crushing trap drums and wide, bright synths.] Silver wings ascendant, shining in the clouds Singing things dependent, feelings still abound Please be gentle, hold with all care Another day hoping to still be there Love life like you are running away Stuff bites but blues get replaced [Outro: Vinyl Degradation] [The acoustic elements stutter and glitch. The massive sub-bass fades into the noise of a stylus dragging on vinyl.] [D. J. Scratch and mixed chop, extended 1993 style] [Vocal chop: sa sa Sad sa sad] [D. J. Scratch and mixed chop, extended 1993 style] [Fades to absolute silence]
