[152 BPM, 4/4; low male double-time rap, gang chants; minor-key desert flute] [INTRO – DUSTY TAPE, NO SUB] [TAPE HISS] [LO-FI DRUM LOOP] [DETUNED WAH GUITAR SWELL] [Each ª represents a picked guitar note, not a sung syllable] ª ªªªª ª ªª ª ª ªªªª ª ªª ª haa… haa… ª rmmm… ª nana… ª nana… ª ªªªª ª ªª ª huu… huu… haa-aa… wake slow… [DJ Backspin] [Snakecharmer Flute Curls Upward] (Well, well… who's hungry?) [VERSE 1 – LOW, RAZOR-FAST RAP] Midnight market on the far side of Mars, I pull up in a cart with a thousand gold jars. Sign says "free taste," clerk says "pay with your pride," I say, "Wrap mine up. I got teeth on my side." One lick, two tricks, three slick little lies, Candy man grins with a sandstorm in his eyes. He says "Be nice," I say "Define that word," Then I whistle to the cobra and the cobra gets served. Click-clack, kick-snare, boots in the grit, Got a sweet little grin with a dangerous fit. You sell soft talk in a gold-plated dish, I'm the last bad penny in your three-course wish. (S-s-sugar?) Nah, give me the spice, I don't need your blessing with a ribbon and ice. Your smile says "welcome," your hands say "trap," So I fold up the menu and I eat the map. [PRE-CHORUS – FLUTE RISE, STUTTER CUTS] Ah-Ahh… ahhhhhhhh… Taste the honey, count the teeth. One more step and underneath— [ONE-BEAT SILENCE] (Say what?) [CHORUS – HUGE SUB DROP, LAYERED GANG CHANT] SWEET ENOUGH TO BITE! (Bite! Bite!) Sugar on my tongue, got a fire inside! SWEET ENOUGH TO BITE! (Right! Right!) Come a little closer, then you step aside! Too sweet, too sharp, too quick to buy, I don't play nice just to look polite! SWEET ENOUGH TO BITE! (Bite! Bite!) One little taste and you're hooked for life! [POST-CHORUS – REGGAE SKANK, FLUTE HOOK] (Na-na, na-na) ª ªªª ª Huu… huu… haa-aa… (Sweet-sweet bite-bite!) [VINYL REWIND EFFECT] [WARPED SUB BASS SLIDE] [VERSE 2 – DOUBLE-TIME, STOP-START FLOW] Step through the doorway, straight into the dunes, Two suns overhead and a shop full of spoons. Mastica rolls her eyes, Red cracks a grin, MASTA taps the blue band: "Let the trouble begin." There's a snake on the counter in a tiny gold crown, Selling fake little halos for a knockdown pound. I say, "Keep your crown, keep the glitter and glaze, I got my own damn recipe for beautiful days." Rip-rip, zip-zip, let the backspin bite, Flute plays crooked and the crowd goes wild tonight. You can pour me your syrup, make it thick, make it slow, But the truth got a kick you can feel down below. I'm a punchline dressed in a velvet suit, With the dust of a planet on my left-hand boot. Try to box me in? (Nope!) Try to set my price? (Nah!) I just grin at the serpent then I take one slice. [BRIDGE – HALF-TIME, WARPED SUB, DISTANT CHOIR] [CINEMATIC PORTAL SWEEP] [Drums Fall Away] [Relaxing Hook – Reverb Voice] Ah-Ahh… Ahhhhhhhh… Ah-Ahh… Ahhhhhhhh… ooohhhhhhhh… You wanted candy with no sting, A pretty little puppet on a golden string. But a smile ain't surrender; a kiss ain't a chain, And a sweet thing can still leave a mark in the rain. [Snakecharmer Flute Bends Upward] [Rising Snare Roll] [Gang Whispers: Bite… bite… bite…] (One… two… three… BITE!) [FINAL CHORUS – FULL BREAKBEAT, BIGGEST DROP] SWEET ENOUGH TO BITE! (Bite! Bite!) Sugar on my tongue, got a fire inside! SWEET ENOUGH TO BITE! (Right! Right!) Come a little closer, then you step aside! Too sweet, too sharp, too quick to buy, I don't play nice just to look polite! SWEET ENOUGH TO BITE! (Bite! Bite!) One little taste and you're hooked for life! (Gang: Bite! Bite! Bite!) [BEAT CUTS] [Final Wah-Guitar Note] [Flute Tail] [OUTRO – TAPE SLOWS] huu… huu… haa-aa… (Sugar's free. The bite costs extra.) [DJ BACKSPIN] [TAPE CLICKS OFF]
