Body got a frequency, strike the drum (wersja 3)

Intro

Tap the wire, check the coil.

Two-step on the cooling soil.

Static cutting in the speaker box,

Turn the dial till the rhythm locks. (locks)

Verse 1

Siren wailing out on Fifty-Ninth,

Rubber burning on the yellow line. (line)

Sub-bass vibrating through the rib,

Louder than the stories that they give. (give)

Ear to the monitor, signal clean,

Spit fire burning in the kerosene. (flame)

Static hums upon the copper plate,

Body moving like a pendulum weight.

Tick, tock, lock it to the floor kick,

Tension snapping like a wooden toothpick. (snap)

Sweat pooling heavy on the collarbone,

Turn the city sirens into baritone.

Bouncers at the door letting steam vent,

Every single movement is a statement spent.

Cables in the puddle got a blue spark,

Tracing constellations in the pitch dark. (dark)

Chorus

Cut clean through the noise, make the pavement hum,

Body got a frequency, strike the drum. (drum)

Filter out the static, let the ribcage shake,

Moving on the wire till the sirens break. (break)

Cut clean through the noise, make the pavement hum,

Body got a frequency, strike the drum.

Verse 2

Feedback howling out the alley grate,

Heel hits the concrete, never late. (late)

Clipped flow, kick low, double-time pace,

Neon buzzing yellow on an open face. (face)

Two amps rattling the fire stair,

Bassline tangled in the humid air. (air)

Elbows swinging in the pocket tight,

Skin turned silver by the strobe light.

No brake, no fake, let the tempo climb,

Locking eighty thousand in a split rhyme. (rhyme)

Ten toes gripping on the slick tile,

Cut a hundred decibels in quarter-mile.

Squeeze the volume till the needle bend,

Rhythm never asks where the speaker ends. (ends)

Signal in the marrow, let the blood jump,

Echo off the bricks with a heavy thump. (thump)

Chorus

Cut clean through the noise, make the pavement hum,

Body got a frequency, strike the drum. (drum)

Filter out the static, let the ribcage shake,

Moving on the wire till the sirens break. (break)

Cut clean through the noise, make the pavement hum,

Body got a frequency, strike the drum.

Bridge

Mute the horn, drop the chatter out.

Kill the feedback, show me what the stride's about.

Zero to the hundred on the master switch,

Knees take the corner without a hitch. (switch)

From the subway vent to the club door frame,

Vibration running in the bone the same. (same)

Turn the white sound right down to zero,

Body hits the rhythm like an iron arrow. (hit)

Outro

Hear that signal. (clear)

Through the noise. (clear)

Static dead, rhythm stays.

Cut through the noise. (through)

Body locks. Sound drops.