Bluegrass Beatdown

Step into the shadows where the 808s thud

Cold in the veins,

yeah, it’s mixed in the blood Static on the frequency,

burning out the wires Walking through the smoke just to talk to

the fires.

Midnight clock ticking, heavy on the chest No time for the noise,

no room for the rest Pacing down the hallway,

bass hit low

Ready for the moment when the lights turn gold.

Turn the volume up till the concrete breaks

Count up the steps,

figure out what it takes

From the ground floor up to the top of the frame

Leave a real heavy shadow

when they mention the name.

Now I’m kicking down the barrier,

running through the tempo Never kept it simple,

always keeping it experimental Catching every cadence when the beat start dropping

Once the engine starts moving ain't no way that it's stopping.

Focus on the target,

keeping eyes on the prize See the vision clearly through the glare

in their eyes Line for line,

dynamic with the flow on the track Stepping to the front and

I am never looking back. (mmmmm)