THE BATTLEGROUND

[Intro] [Verse 1] Steel drums crack, neon lights ignite, Bassline crawls through the veins of the night. Whispers in the shadows, the rhythm’s in control, Ain’t no stopping now, it’s b*****g in your soul. Sideways glances, phantom wheels on fire, Smoke in the alley, the streets conspire. 808s hum low, the night’s a loaded g*n, Step into the groove—let the phonk run. [Chorus] Horizon’s bleeding, bass vibes collide, Diamonds in the static, we’re riding the tide. Steady hands on the wheel, no brakes in sight, The drum’s our heartbeat—we own the night. [Verse 2] Mirror’s cracked, but the vision’s clear, Flicker of the past, the future’s here. Sub-bass sermon, preaching through the ground, Lost in the pulse where the wild things are found. Concrete jungle, echoes twist and shout, Gritty melodies pull the dark outta doubt. One foot in the grave, one kicking the sky, The phonk don’t lie—it’s a w*r cry. [Bridge] Skies split open, the drop’s a landslide, Fists to the ceiling, we’re locked in the grind. Ghost notes linger, a hypnotic spell, The night’s a beast—we feed it well. [Outro]