Thresholds Raised

Boots on gravel, I step where the floor might split Cold breath

in the room, every bar got grit Kick drum heavy,

make the whole frame lean Snare cuts clean through the smoke machine

I move low, but the aim stays high Read the fear in

the room by the whites of eyes Old wax spin with a

razor edge One more line and we tip that ledge (yeah)

Pressure climb, ribs rattle,

hands stay steady Whole room knows when the strike gets ready No

soft steps, no mercy in the plan I take command when the

floor drops, man (uh)

Bring the wall down,

bring the roof with it Bassline crawl and the drums stay wicked

We don't run, we make fear move One strike lands and the

whole world shifts

(yeah, yeah)

Back to the breakbeat,

dust in the needle ride Whole squad silent,

let the drums decide I carve my name in the pressure plate

Too much weight but I don't hesitate

Cellos grind while the brass talks back Hat rolls flick like a

match on black

Every count got a trapdoor feel Every word lands with a piece

of steel (come on)

Count it down slow,

let the silence bite

One breath held till the drums ignite

I hear the floor hum under my shoes Then the whole thing

breaks when I choose (uh)

Bring the wall down,

bring the roof with it Bassline crawl and the drums stay wicked

We don't run, we make fear move One strike lands and the

whole world shifts

Stand tall when the ground gives way Name rings out like judgment

day

(yeah, yeah)