Urban Bounce Blueprint

(Check the formula) (Yeah,

uh-huh, turn

the

monitors up)

Stepping through the borough with the heavy-weight cadence Polished on the corner

where the pavement meets patience Pen on the ledger,

every syllable precise Rolling low frequencies,

paying up the price Got the bassline sliding while the snare cracks

neat Concrete architecture mapped out on the beat

Keep the balance steady when we navigate the zone Clear tone,

mic check, holding down the throne

Check the formula, lock it in the grid Doing what the classic

golden era standard did (Check it!) Rolling on the groove with the

funk in the vein Crisp drum snap running through the city lane

Check the formula, never let it slide (Yeah)

Pure rhythm walking with an

effortless stride

Dialed into focus, no distortion on the line Watching how the frequencies

align and intertwine Sub-bass humming like the crosstown train Clean mix riding

through the autumn rain

Kick knocks direct, right inside the chest Never need to boast when

the cadence does the rest Turn the dial up,

let the speakers tell the truth Proof of the craft rooted deep

inside the booth

(Uh,

you know how we do)

Check the formula, lock it in the grid Doing what the classic

golden era standard did (Check it!) Rolling on the groove with the

funk in the vein Crisp drum snap running through the city lane

Check the formula, never let it slide (Come on!)

Pure rhythm walking with an

effortless stride

From the brownstone stoop to the avenue sweep We keep the blueprint

heavy, making promises we keep Layer up the groove,

let the hi-hat chatter Cut through the noise when the real things

matter

Fingers on the fader,

riding out the swell Every rhythmic chapter got a story left to

tell Solid state warmth with an East Coast heart

Master of the craft,

execution of the art

(Just like that)

Strip the arrangement back to the floor

Nothing in the way but the kick and the core (Uh)

Feel the pocket settle,

let the rhythm breathe

Nothing up the sleeve,

just the weave of the beat

Check the formula, lock it in the grid Doing what the classic

golden era standard did (Check it out now!) Rolling on the groove

with the funk in the vein Crisp drum snap running through the

city lane

Check the formula, never let it slide (Never slide!) Pure rhythm walking

with an

effortless stride

Check the formula...

(Yeah,

East Coast groove)

Keep it rolling out

(Check it, check it) (Peace)