shake the ground

“SHAKE THE GROUND” Tennessee trap • Dark Southern rap • Heavy 808s • Double-time flow Beat feel: Fast, hard-hitting, aggressive. Let the verses run tight and rapid, then slow the delivery down on the hook so every word punches through the beat. [INTRO — Low voice, distorted ad-libs] (Yeah…) Turn that whole damn thing up. Let the windows rattle. Southside soul, Tennessee blood. When I step in the room, make the whole floor buckle. (BOOM… BOOM…) Yeah. Let's go. [HOOK — Heavy, chant-style] Make the ground shake, let the whole block feel it, Black truck rollin', got the whole town peepin'. Came from the dirt, now the whole team eatin', Talk that talk, better stand there and mean it. BOOM! Let it hit, let it crack, let it thunder, Whole damn place gonna split right under. Southern-born beast, put the world in a blunder, When that low end drops, make the whole world wonder. [VERSE 1 — Fast flow, tight pockets] I came out swingin', no warning, no signal, Cold-hearted focus, my mind on the mission. Backroad raised with a chip and a temper, Hard times forged me, the scars still remember. Gravel keep flyin', got dust on the fenders, I don't do fake, I can spot a pretender. Built from the wreckage, got fire in my center, Kick that door open, make sure they remember. Rattle the rafters, the floorboards crackin', Big low rumble, the whole room reactin'. I don't need luck, I got grit in my action, Came with a plan and a whole lot of traction. Tennessee roots with a dark-side twist, Knuckles stay tight when I clench my fist. Whole lotta weight when I talk like this, One hard drop, make the whole place shift. [PRE-HOOK — Half-time, menacing] Hold up… Let that low end breathe. Feel that rumble underneath your feet. Don't say much, let the whole thing speak. When that beat come back, better clear that street. [HOOK — Full beat drops] Make the ground shake, let the whole block feel it, Black truck rollin', got the whole town peepin'. Came from the dirt, now the whole team eatin', Talk that talk, better stand there and mean it. BOOM! Let it hit, let it crack, let it thunder, Whole damn place gonna split right under. Southern-born beast, put the world in a blunder, When that low end drops, make the whole world wonder. [VERSE 2 — Double-time, aggressive delivery] Quick with the cadence, I'm back with the venom, Kick in the door, make 'em ask what happened. Dark in my thoughts, got a storm in my system, Each line loaded, no holes in the rhythm. Grind through the gravel, got mud on the chassis, Talk out your neck, better know what you're askin'. I came from a place where the good ones get tested, Smile on my face, but the pain stay embedded. Clack-clack, drums hit, shake up the ceiling, Heart full of scars that I cover, concealin'. Came with a sound that you feel in your kneecaps, One of them tracks make the whole crowd relapse. Low-end growlin', like a train through a tunnel, Snare hit sharp, make the whole room stumble. I don't need a gimmick, no act, no costume, Walk in the spot, make the air feel hostile. [BREAKDOWN — Beat cuts, then sub-bass returns] (Whispered) Kill the lights… Let it breathe… One more time… DROP THAT. (BOOM!) [FINAL HOOK — Bigger delivery, ad-libs] Make the ground shake, let the whole block feel it! (Shake!) Black truck rollin', got the whole town peepin'! (Let's go!) Came from the dirt, now the whole team eatin'! Talk that talk, better stand there and mean it! BOOM! Let it hit, let it crack, let it thunder! Whole damn place gonna split right under! Southern-born beast, put the world in a blunder, When that low end drops, make the whole world wonder! [OUTRO — Distorted voice] Tennessee made. Built for the rumble. Let that last note hang… (BOOM…) Shake the ground.