Fuzz and Friction

Do ya hear dat?…

Listen…

Yeah, dats GrizzlyJones…

Say da name… Fuzz and Friction

(Distorted Oud loops in D minor. Chimta jingles cut through.)

*Don't blink. Make it harder. Wild out.*

(Aggressive trap metal rap flow. Massive sliding 808 sub bass.)

Step in the room and the concrete shakes,

Exotic strings with the digital breaks.

Fuzzed-out Oud with a toxic spin,

Tell me what cha think when the drums lock in.

Ripping the track, we break the design,

Chasing the midnight, crossing the line.

Clear blue sky but the basement is dark,

One heavy spark and we lighting the park.

Breathe in the friction, we don't need a break,

Stomping the floor till foundations quake!

(Techno build-up synth bass. Chopped Dizi flute rises.)

1, 2, 3, breathe—hold it in tight.

1, 2, 3, freeze—we owning the night.

No hesitation, the pressure is real,

Harder than iron and colder than steel!

*Don't blink. Wild out!*

(Drop. Relentless 4-on-the-floor techno kick. Heavy rock guitars.)

Wired to the rhythm, we don't look back!

Heavy industrial, burning the track!

Boom goes the bass, let the sub-floor slide,

Nowhere to run and there’s nowhere to hide!

Wild out, wild out, tear down the wall!

Rocking the techno, we conquering all!

(Beat cuts hard. Fast trap hats rattle over massive 808 subs. Breathless fast rap flow.)

Locking it down, we packing the sound,

Pulling the voltage straight out of the ground.

Ancient acoustic colliding with circuitry,

Digital alchemy, sonic adversity.

Look at the grit that we drop in the mix,

Guitars are bleeding, the clock is at six.

No stopping the flow when the sub-bass is heavy,

We bursting the dam and we breaking the levee.

Pick up the pace, look 'em straight in the face,

We leaving a shadow you cannot erase.

Bassline is dropping, the pressure is rising,

A hybrid mutation that's so paralyzing.

Ready the weapon, we step in the zone,

The techno is king and we taking the throne!

*3, 2, 1—let it drop!*

(Full weight energy. Techno kick and fuzz Oud crash back at max volume.)

Wired to the rhythm, we don't look back!

Heavy industrial, burning the track!

Boom goes the bass, let the sub-floor slide,

Nowhere to run and there’s nowhere to hide!

Wild out, wild out, tear down the wall!

Rocking the techno, we conquering all!

(Kick cuts. Oud solos with heavy reverb. Final 808 rumble.)