Rimshot Ritual
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funk
punchy
vinyl crackle
Phonk with chopped vocal stabs
warped cowbell loops
and a half-time trunk-rattling bounce; verse rides sparse drums and a grimy bass pulse
pre-chorus tightens with filtered chants and reversed swells
chorus hits with distorted lead bells and gang ad-libs. Close-mic gritty male vocal with doubled hook lines
tape wobble accents
and hard sidechain pumps. Dark
dusty mix
Erstellt am Mai 22, 2026
Songtexte
[Verse 1]
Back seat smell like gas and rain
Hands on the wheel, I don't explain
Mud on the tires, red in the lane
You look at me like I lost my name
Chrome got scars from a hundred runs
Face in the mirror, I seen what I've done
Cold on my tongue, but I never run
I came too far to be anyone's son
[Pre-Chorus]
Count it up slow
Let it go
Hold that stare
Watch me show
[Chorus]
Rimshot ritual
Rimshot ritual
Say my name low
Then watch me move
Rimshot ritual
Rimshot ritual
You want that smoke
I want the truth
[Verse 2]
Boot print deep where the grass gave way
White-knuckled grip in the black of day
You talk big talk, then you fade away
I keep one pace and I make it stay
Chain swing left when the engine grows
Floorboard shake when the pressure rolls
No bright talk, just the body knows
When the bass drop hits, the whole world folds
[Pre-Chorus]
Count it up slow
Let it go
Hold that stare
Watch me show
[Chorus]
Rimshot ritual
Rimshot ritual
Say my name low
Then watch me move
Rimshot ritual
Rimshot ritual
You want that smoke
I want the truth
[Bridge]
[Filtered]
If you come close, better come correct
One wrong word and the room goes dead
I don't chase, I collect my debt
Then I leave that mark in your head
[Final Chorus]
Rimshot ritual
Rimshot ritual
Say my name low
Then watch me move
Rimshot ritual
Rimshot ritual
You want that smoke
I want the truth
Back seat smell like gas and rain
Hands on the wheel, I don't explain
Mud on the tires, red in the lane
You look at me like I lost my name
Chrome got scars from a hundred runs
Face in the mirror, I seen what I've done
Cold on my tongue, but I never run
I came too far to be anyone's son
[Pre-Chorus]
Count it up slow
Let it go
Hold that stare
Watch me show
[Chorus]
Rimshot ritual
Rimshot ritual
Say my name low
Then watch me move
Rimshot ritual
Rimshot ritual
You want that smoke
I want the truth
[Verse 2]
Boot print deep where the grass gave way
White-knuckled grip in the black of day
You talk big talk, then you fade away
I keep one pace and I make it stay
Chain swing left when the engine grows
Floorboard shake when the pressure rolls
No bright talk, just the body knows
When the bass drop hits, the whole world folds
[Pre-Chorus]
Count it up slow
Let it go
Hold that stare
Watch me show
[Chorus]
Rimshot ritual
Rimshot ritual
Say my name low
Then watch me move
Rimshot ritual
Rimshot ritual
You want that smoke
I want the truth
[Bridge]
[Filtered]
If you come close, better come correct
One wrong word and the room goes dead
I don't chase, I collect my debt
Then I leave that mark in your head
[Final Chorus]
Rimshot ritual
Rimshot ritual
Say my name low
Then watch me move
Rimshot ritual
Rimshot ritual
You want that smoke
I want the truth