Drop low, tap the pavement quicker quick (wersja 2)

Intro

Check the grid

Two past two

Drop the low

Let it hit

Verse

Two past two on the corner grid

Bassline blowing off the manhole lid (lid)

Rubber on the curb when the tempo hit

Ten toes planted where the sidewalk split

Collarbone shining in the sodium glow

Ankles popping on the eight-o-eight low (low)

Rib cage drumming to the underground hum

Tongue like a snare when the cadence come

Fishtail shadow on a shuttered gate

Spit that heat to the license plate (plate)

Sweat down the temple to the collar strap

Knees don't question where the rhythm map

Shins keep locked to the double-time snap

City got a wire and the wire gonna snap

Tires on the gravel and the heel stay clicked

Catch that meter when the clock hand ticked

Chorus

Drop low, tap the pavement quicker (quick)

Bop till the block lights flicker

Chest bounce, make the kick drum thicker (thick)

Bop till the block lights flicker

Left foot, right foot, pull that trigger

Bop till the block lights flicker

Cold steam rising and the pulse get bigger

Bop till the block lights flicker

Verse

Four a.m. vapor on the deli glass

Speakers in the alley shaking down the brass (brass)

Yellow curb scuffed by the sneaker tread

Wires overhead humming copper and red

Hip swing sharp like a scissor through the heat

Shockwave running from the knuckle to the feet (feet)

No dead weight when the sub drops raw

Body got a code and it break that law

Grease-trap rhythm in the corner store lane

Sweat in the eyelashes, sweet like rain (rain)

Shoulders rolling on a thirty-two count

Never hit the bench, let the pressure mount

Pavement stinging through the flat thin sole

Everything clicking when the kick takes hold (hold)

Street sign buzzing in an amber haze

Turn that concrete into a maze

Chorus

Drop low, tap the pavement quicker (quick)

Bop till the block lights flicker

Chest bounce, make the kick drum thicker (thick)

Bop till the block lights flicker

Left foot, right foot, pull that trigger

Bop till the block lights flicker

Cold steam rising and the pulse get bigger

Bop till the block lights flicker

Bridge

Cut the hi-hat, leave the pulse in the bone (bone)

Spine like a wire to a megaphone

Every cold curb is a stepping stone

Heavy bass vibrating all alone

Now double up the clap, make the asphalt shake

Every single tendon in the arch awake (wake)

Amber to the gray, sky turning pale

Never let the friction on the floor derail

Outro

Flicker on the corner (flicker)

Flicker on the block (block)

Sodium buzzing

Asphalt hot

Freeze