Chop the Block

(The track begins in absolute darkness. A low, distorted sub-bass frequency hums under the stadium arena reverb. A crisp high-voltage marching band snare drum rolls at a tight 142 BPM grid. The vocal is sharp, heavy, and processed through a booming stadium megaphone filter.)

We’ve traveled the gravel.

We’ve survived the storms.

From the outskirts of town where the legends are born.

They tried to break our spirit with the words that they said…

But we built a stadium empire instead.

ROSSVILLE!

This is our house!

One final time… let the block drop.

(A punishing, heavy 808 sub-bass hits on the downbeat. Double-time trap hi-hats start ticking like a countdown clock. A distorted, overdriven electric guitar riff loops aggressively, matching the pace of the marching snare.)

Red and black running all through our veins,

From the high school field to the passing trains.

Look at those stadium lights burning bright,

The whole damn town's waking up tonight!

I stood my ground when the rumors were bad,

Protected my energy, proud of my dad.

Now we’re standing at the peak, looking down at the crowd,

MVSSY_LVND heritage roaring out loud!

(The instrumentation drops away to near-silence. Only a heavy marching drumline bass drum hits on the quarter notes. A massive, rising electronic siren swells underneath, matching a roaring crowd chant that builds to maximum volume.)

Spell it out loud so they know who we are,

From the country roads to the city afar!

Give me a D!

(Crowd screams: D!)

Give me an A!

(Crowd screams: A!)

Give me a W-G-S!

(Crowd screams: W-G-S!)

D.A.W.G.S let's go!

That's my home!

(A massive, pitched-up electronic sweep reaches its absolute peak velocity. A distant train horn blares on the grid.)

ROSSVILLE!

CHOP THE BLOCK!

ONE! TWO! THREE! BRING THE BASS BACK!

(The track violently explodes into a festival-grade 4x4 kick drum pattern, paired with an aggressive, sliding sub-bass that violently shakes the low-end frequencies. A screeching, heavily overdriven synth melody plays over the top, mimicking a country fiddle on absolute overdrive.)

(Bass drop slams: CHOP-CHOP, CHOP-CHOP)

CHOP THE BLOCK!

(Heavy 808 sub-bass slides downward)

ROSSVILLE ROOTS!

(4x4 kicks pounding relentlessly)

WE DON'T BEND!

(Screeching festival synths tearing the mix apart)

FIGHT TILL THE END!

Go! Fight! Win!

Let the final drop begin!

(The entire track instantly drops to near-silence on the downbeat. A clean, acoustic guitar chord rings out softly. The vocal effect switches to a dry, intimate studio mic.)

Missy Land... we out.

(The acoustic guitar stops mid-strum. One full second of absolute dead silence to trick the crowd.)

(Suddenly, an aggressive, piercing sub-bass alarm blares out at maximum volume. The 142 BPM tempo re-engages, but the rhythm shifts into a blistering, high-speed Jump-Up Drum & Bass breakbeat.)

Wait, hold up... turn me back up!

You thought we were done?!

LET’S GO DAWGS!

(A rapid-fire, rolling breakbeat hits with unrelenting energy. A sliding bassline modulates up and down rapidly, layered with a lightning-fast acoustic banjo riff played at double-time over the electronic chaos.)

(Drum & Bass breakbeat tearing through the stereo field)

THAT’S MY HOME!

(Sub-bass modulations shaking the low frequencies)

WHERE THE ROOTS BEGIN!

(Banjo on absolute overdrive)

MVSSY_LVND!

(Relentless high-speed energy)

WE NEVER BEND!

(The beat cuts instantly on a massive, echoing explosion sound effect.)

(The walls of bass drop into absolute silence. The echoes of a cheering stadium crowd fade away in the background. The vocal effect is completely dry, clean, and conversational.)

Haha, man, now that is how you finish an album.

That bass was dirty.

Shout out to Rossville. Shout out to Kansas.

Yeah, kill the recording... that's a wrap.

(The sound of headphone static clicks off completely into total, absolute silence.)