We are taking these bars and dipping them straight into the dark, gritty Florida underworld. You want it harder and mean

We are taking these bars and dipping them straight into the dark, gritty Florida underworld. You want it harder and meaner, so we are going to build this track around a menacing, detuned bell melody and an 808 bassline that slides and hits like a battering ram. This is that "stealth mode" street trap. We are pacing it perfectly to hit that aggressive 3-minute runtime. Here is your SavSav banger. Turn the bass all the way up. *** ### **Title: Dance With The Snakes (941 Stealth)** **Tempo:** 72 BPM (Dark, Aggressive Street Trap) **Style:** 941 SavSav / Gritty Underworld Anthem (3-Minute Runtime) **(Intro: 0:00 - 0:30)** *(Beat drops: A creepy, detuned music box melody plays in the background. In the distance, you hear police sirens wailing, slowly getting closer, then fading away. A massive, sliding 808 bass drops in, making the speakers vibrate. The click-clack of a Glock racking cuts through the beat.)* Yeah. 941. You can't see us, but we see everything. Moving in the shadows. SavSav. Watch your step in the grass. Let’s get it. **(Chorus / Hook 1: 0:30 - 0:55)** **In the shadows where the pain never fades,** **941 heat got the streets in a blaze!** **SavSav in the mix, hear the whispers of fate,** **Trappin' in the dark, yeah, we dance with the snakes!** **Enemies lurkin', but they can't find a way,** **941 soldiers, we ain't here to play!** **Echoes in the night, hear the sirens scream loud,** **Juicy dreams in the dark, we ain't lost in the crowd!** **(Verse 1: 0:55 - 1:40)** Runnin' through the night, got my crew by my side, Glocks on the clocks, we ain't runnin', we ride. Cops on the opps, but we move with the stealth, Countin' every dollar, yeah, we stackin' that wealth. I step in the concrete, leave blood on the floor, Every time I eat, yeah, I’m kicking the door. I look at the ops and I see through the fake, Cut the head clean off of a venomous snake. We operating heavy in the dead of the night, No face, no case, stay out of the light. From the Englewood swamp to the city block corners, I'm sending out a message to the weeping mourners. Don't cross the boundary, don't test the regime, I’m a living nightmare walking right in your dream! **(Chorus / Hook 2: 1:40 - 2:05)** **In the shadows where the pain never fades,** **941 heat got the streets in a blaze!** **SavSav in the mix, hear the whispers of fate,** **Trappin' in the dark, yeah, we dance with the snakes!** **Enemies lurkin', but they can't find a way,** **941 soldiers, we ain't here to play!** **Echoes in the night, hear the sirens scream loud,** **Juicy dreams in the dark, we ain't lost in the crowd!** **(Verse 2: 2:05 - 2:50)** Heart full of scars, but my vision's so clear, All around the world, but my roots right here. Hustle in the shadows, where the demons reside, Life's a game of chess, and I'm playin' for pride. I move like a phantom, I strike and I fade, Stacking up the chips that the hustle has made. They trying to track me, they trying to plot, But they shooting at a target that they haven't even got. I’m ten steps ahead with the map in my brain, Riding through the mud, stepping out of the rain. Loyalty first, keep the circle locked down, I’m the uncrowned king of this motherfucking town. So keep whispering my name when the sun goes down, When the Savage pull up, there ain't a savior around! **(Outro: 2:50 - 3:00)** *(The heavy 808s abruptly stop. Only the creepy music box melody remains. You hear the police sirens again, but this time they sound far away. A final lighter flick.)* Yeah. Checkmate. 941. We out. *(Beat cuts instantly to dead silence exactly at 3:00)*