[INTRO — AZULA, low spoken] Door locked. Phones down. No names tonight. [JURI — quiet laugh] Good. Run it. [BEAT ENTERS] [JURI — VERSE 1] Black cap low, violet eye bright. No guest list. No stage light. Concrete sweat, bass in the pipe. You came too close? Then stand there right. I don't need cheers. I don't need praise. I came downstairs to empty my brain. Kick hit once, whole room bends. I don't make tracks to make new friends. One hand loose, one eye lit. Jaw locked tight when the low end hits. No smile for cameras. No clean take. I say one line, watch the floor shake. [AZULA] Again. [JURI] Fine. [DROP 1] NO NAME. NO TRACE. NO LIGHT. JUST BASS. NO NAME. NO TRACE. NO LIGHT. JUST— [BEAT CUT] —BASS. [JURI — VERSE 2] She got the decks. I got the room. Red on her hands. Purple in gloom. She pulls one fader, cuts the air. Half the crowd freeze when I look over there. I don't rap sweet. Don't polish shit. If the bar don't hurt, I don't keep it. Old thoughts knock? Let 'em wait outside. Tonight that noise gets buried alive. One-two step, kick comes back. Chain on my waist while I ride that track. Eye still glowing. Breath still slow. Azula looks up— [AZULA] Don't lose control. [JURI — short laugh] Control? Watch me. [BREAKDOWN] [AZULA] Hold. [JURI] Why? [AZULA] Because I said so. [SHORT SILENCE] [JURI] ...fine. [AZULA] Now. [DROP 2 — MUCH HARDER] [JURI] MOVE. DOWN. MOVE. DOWN. BASS HIT. HEAD LOW. MOVE. DOWN. DON'T THINK. JUST GO. [STUTTER] LOCK. STEP. LOCK. STEP. ROOM SHAKE. NO RESET. YOU WANT CLEAN? NOT HERE. NOT YET. [BEAT CUT] [JURI — close whisper] Turn it up. [AZULA] Already did. [SECOND HALF DROP] [JURI] GOOD. KICK THAT FLOOR. BEND THAT FRAME. NO FACE. NO FAME. GOOD. PUSH THAT LOW. BREAK THAT AIR. SHE RUNS THE BOARD— I RUN OUT THERE. No stage. No chain. No feed. No lie. Just that red light and my violet eye. [BRIDGE — BEAT STRIPPED] [JURI] Some nights I don't want meaning. Don't want healing. Don't want questions. I just want something loud enough to shut the past up. [SHORT SILENCE] [AZULA — quieter] Then keep going. [JURI] Yeah. That's why you're here. [FINAL BUILD] [JURI] Cap low. Eye on. Hands cold. Beat strong. Cap low. Eye on. Hands cold. Beat— [FINAL DROP] PRIVATE. FREQUENCIES. PRIVATE. FREQUENCIES. NO CROWD LOVE. NO INDUSTRY. NO CLEAN VERSION. NO APOLOGY. PRIVATE. FREQUENCIES. RED ON THE DECK. PURPLE IN ME. SHE CUTS THE SOUND. I CUT
