Warehouse Riddim

High-energy drum & bass at 175 BPM, male vocals, Sinister intro with filtered pads and distant crowd noise, then a sudden drop into a distorted foghorn jump-up bass and tight two-step drums, Verses ride a grime-influenced flow over stripped-back subs; hook sections slam with aggressive ragga-style chants, stuttered vocal chops, and crisp snares, Second half layers in siren FX and call-and-response ad-libs for a peak-time warehouse feel, bassline, vocal, drum and bass, rhythmic, grime, deep [Intro] Dark stairs Wet bricks Lift doors jammed You pick That one red light That one way in No face checks You just slip in (ayy) [Verse 1] Whole room leaning Floorboards shake Man’s not speaking Eyes dilate Breath in fumes Cheap rum Sweat Steel beam halo Silhouette set Ghost in a black hood Watching the back way Hand on the rail No one here that you can betray Bassline bark Like a dog that you can’t restrain Whole place march Bare teeth in the human chain [Chorus] Warehouse riddim Step in the pit Who’s that yappin’? Man get split Low-light lava Concrete lit If you ain’t built for the smoke Just quit Warehouse riddim Jawbone grit One wheel up make the place unstick Hands in the fog Whole crew get sick (rah-rah, run that) Warehouse riddim Step in the pit [Verse 2] Bare man boast But the eyes show fear Talk too much But they quiet in here Soundboy crumble Body go stiff Voice in the corner Cold like drift I don’t beg friend I don’t bend rule I just glide through Shut man’s tool Chat get chopped Like leads in the lane Name in mouths But they choke on the grain (ya dun know) [Chorus] Warehouse riddim Step in the pit Who’s that yappin’? Man get split Low-light lava Concrete lit If you ain’t built for the smoke Just quit Warehouse riddim Jawbone grit One wheel up make the place unstick Hands in the fog Whole crew get sick (rah-rah, run that) Warehouse riddim Step in the pit [Bridge] Rude boy Walk in sly (oi) Eye to eye Do or die (rah) One gun-finger in the sky Whole dance lean Left side Right side Rude gyal Skank and glide Heels on grate Sparks in stride You came here with a past to hide Leave with a scar and a war inside [Chorus] Warehouse riddim Step in the pit Who’s that yappin’? Man get split Low-light lava Concrete lit If you ain’t built for the smoke Just quit Warehouse riddim Jawbone grit One wheel up make the place unstick Hands in the fog Whole crew get sick (rah-rah, run that) Warehouse riddim Step in the pit