[Style: 2000s UK Hip Hop, Early Grime, London Street Rap, Dark Strings, Heavy Sub-Bass, Aggressive 140 BPM Electronic Syncopated Drums, Direct Gritty British Vocal Cadence] [Key: D Minor / Dark] [Tempo: 140 BPM] [Intro] [Pitch-bent, icy square-wave synth pulse enters] [Heavy, distorted 808 sub-bass drops hard with a rapid, skipping UK drum pattern] "Yeah... look. Standard. Two-fousand-and-suh-fink. Listen." [Verse 1] [Flow: Rapid-fire, staccato, hyper-syncopated street delivery, hitting hard on every beat] That’s great. It starts wiv an erf-quake... bihds and snakes. An ah-roh-plane. And Lenny Bruce is not ah-fraid. Listen, eye of a hurri-cane, listen to ya-self churn. World serves its own needs, don’t mis-serve ya own needs. Feed it off an aux... speak, grunt, no strenf. The lad-dahs start to clat-tah wiv fear... fight daun height. Wire in a fire... re-pre-sen-tin' seh-ven games. And a gov-ah-ment fah hire, and a com-bat site. Left her, wasn’t com-in' in a hur-ry wiv the Furies... Breaf-ing daun ya neck. Man see team by team. Re-por-tahs baf-fled, trump, teth-ehd, crop. Look at that low plane... fine, then. Uh-oh. Oh-vah-flow, popu-lay-shun, com-mon food... but it’ll do. Save ya-self, serve ya-self, innit. World serves its own needs... listen to ya haht bleed. Dum-my wiv the rap-chud and the re-veahd and the right, right. You vitri-olic, patri-otic, slam fight... bright light. Feel-in' pret-ty psyched. Watch the bass drop. [Chorus] [Vocal Style: Gritty, raw group chant, aggressive street delivery] Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... And man feel fine. (Yeah, man feel fine, listen.) [Verse 2] [Flow: Aggressive double-time delivery, driving right through the bars] Six o’clock... TV hour. Don’t get caught in fo-reign tower. Slash and behn, re-tehn... listen to ya-self churn. Lock him in uni-form, book beh-nin', blood let-tin'. Ev-ery mo-tive es-ca-layt, auto-mo-tive cine-rayt. Light a can-dle, light a vo-tiv... step daun, step daun. Watch ya heel crush, crushed... uh-oh, this means... No fear... cava-lier rene-gade steah cleah. A toh-na-ment... a toh-na-ment... a toh-na-ment of lies. Of-fah me so-loo-shuhnz, of-fah me ahl-teh-na-tivs... And I de-cline. Yo, hold the beat. [Chorus] [Drums drop to a heavy, sparse dubstep-style half-time roll, strings swell aggressively] Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... (It’s time I had some time uh-lone) Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... (It’s time I had some time uh-lone) Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... (It’s time I had some time uh-lone) And man feel fine. (I feel fine, bruv.) [Instrumental Break] [Violent electronic synth arpeggios clash with staccato orchestral strings] [Sub-bass rolls furiously underneath] [Chorus] Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... (It’s time I had some time uh-lone) Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... (It’s time I had some time uh-lone) Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... (It’s time I had some time uh-lone) And man feel fine. [Verse 3] [Flow: Hard-hitting, rhythmic cadence, dropping every syllable precisely] The oh-thah night I dreamt of knives... conti-nen-tal drift di-vide. Moun-tains sit in a line... Leonard Bern-stine. Leo-nid Brezh-nev, Lenny Bruce... and Les-ter Bangs. Berf-day par-ty, cheese-cake, jel-ly bean... boom. You symbi-otic, patri-otic, slam but neck... Right? Right. [Chorus] Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... (It’s time I had some time uh-lone) Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... (It’s time I had some time uh-lone) Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... (It’s time I had some time uh-lone) And man feel fine. [Bridge] [The hyper percussion stops, leaving just a solo, melancholic piano loop and a heavy kick drum] [Spoken Word Interlude] Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it. Yeah. Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it. Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... (It’s time I had some time uh-lone) And man feel fine. Bring the main loop back in. Let's go. [Chorus] [Full 140 BPM instrumental firepower returns for the final peak] Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... (It’s time I had some time uh-lone) Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... (It’s time I had some time uh-lone) Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... (It’s time I had some time uh-lone) And man feel fine. [Outro] [Vocal Style: Hype ad-libs shouting out over the fading electronic track] Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... (It’s time I had some time uh-lone) Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... (It’s time I had some time uh-lone) Ih-ts de ehnd-uh-da wuhld az-we-noh-it... (It’s time I had some time uh-lone) And man feel fine. Yeah... done. Finished. Fine... [Outro Groove] [The drums chop up abruptly into a classic grime reload effect] [Sudden Cut Out] [End]
