Set The Law (versie 6)

Intro: Dark Piano, Sliding 808s, Deep Voice Ad-libs

(Fred...)

(No autotune on this one. Just raw.)

Verse 1: Aggressive Flow, Deep Baritone Voice

Heavy metal on the concrete, sparks in the dark.

I don't need a filter when I’m leaving a mark.

Engine running hot, I got the oil on the hands,

Building up the empire, executing the plans.

They talking on the net, but they quiet in the streets,

I’m just tuning up the system, putting pressure on the beats.

Hundred pound torque, yeah we breaking the bolt,

Raw voltage in the wire, you can feel the jolt.

Pre-Chorus: Building Hi-Hats, Sub-bass swell

(Watch the gauge...)

No sweet talk, we ain't faking the tone.

(Nah...)

We doing this raw, we doing it on our own.

Chorus: Massive 808s, Gritty Hook, Stomping Rhythm

Heavy in the chest, heavy on the floor,

When I kick the pedal down, hear the engine roar.

Skip the autotune, yeah we keep the vocals raw,

Out here in the trenches, we the ones who set the law.

(Set the law. Yeah.)

Verse 2: Syncopated Drill Flow, Hard Consonants

Look—

I want the gravel in the throat, I ain't trying to sing,

I’m cutting through the waves, I'm the one in the ring.

Navigating through the storm, deviating from the norm,

Ten inch subs in the back of the Ram keeping warm.

They don't understand the schematic, they don't know the grind,

Leave the fake plastic industry a million miles behind.

Bridge: Beat cuts out, just Acapella and a Sub-bass hum

Pure grit. No gloss.

You want to play the game, you gotta pay the cost.

Beat Drop: Explosive Drill Beat, Fast Hi-hats

Chorus: Massive 808s, Gritty Hook, Stomping Rhythm

Heavy in the chest, heavy on the floor,

When I kick the pedal down, hear the engine roar.

Skip the autotune, yeah we keep the vocals raw,

Out here in the trenches, we the ones who set the law.

Outro: Slowing Tempo, Fading Piano

Keep it raw.

Stara Zmiana.

We out.

(Yeah.)

End