[INTRO, spoken / distorted / no beat] [Crowd murmur. Breathing. Mic clipping] You want the drop? Earn it. [VERSE 1, fast-paced rap – relentless] I don’t sleep, I don’t pause, I don’t pray to a god I pray to the bass and the kick and the fog Got smoke in my lungs, got rage in my jaw Got demons that dance when the lights come on They said “slow down,” I said “watch me implode” I don’t chase peace, I just overload Everybody fake with a heart on hold I scream so loud just to feel something real I’m sick of the calm, I’m addicted to loud If I stop moving, I’m buried right now Got pressure in veins, got sweat on the ground Got thoughts so dark I don’t say them out loud I don’t need saving, don’t need advice I need that moment where time feels sliced Where the whole room jumps on the same damn beat And we forget who we are for the night [BUILD 1, beat stripping away – breath becomes rhythm] [Breathing, glitching, tension rising] Breathe in… Breathe out… Don’t— [silence] —breathe. [DROP 1, MASSIVE – half-time – melodic chant] LOSE CONTROL MAKE SOME NOISE LOSE CONTROL MAKE SOME FUCKING NOISE [Hands up, bodies collide, melody soars] [POST-DROP TURNAROUND, short rap hits over bass] Yeah This ain’t a song, it’s a symptom This ain’t a drop, it’s a breakdown We don’t come here for wisdom We come to drown shit out now [VERSE 2, fast rap – more self-aware, sharper] Look around, see the same lost eyes Same dead smiles under laser lights We say “I’m fine” like it’s not a lie Then scream the chorus like it saved our lives We work all week just to feel this rush Five minutes free when the bass hits us If this is wrong, I don’t give a fuck This is the closest thing to enough I don’t want heaven, I don’t want peace I want that moment right before release Where the whole room holds its breath as one Right before the drop turns savage and mean So crank it louder, let it hurt my chest Let the kick remind me I still exist If tomorrow comes, I’ll deal with it Tonight I’m here and I’m done with the rest [FAKE BUILD, everything points to a drop… then dies] Lights up Noise rising Tension climbing [everything cuts] That’s it? [CROWD DROP, NO MUSIC – crowd is the weapon] ONE! MORE! FUCKING! TIME! [DROP 2, BIGGEST – heavier, darker version of Drop 1] LOSE CONTROL MAKE SOME NOISE LOSE CONTROL MAKE SOME FUCKING NOISE [Bass dirtier, melody angrier, chaos unleashed] [FINAL DROP / OUTRO CHANT, anthemic, goosebumps] WE DON’T SLEEP WE DON’T BEHAVE IF THIS IS HELL WE FUCKING STAY WE DON’T SLEEP WE DON’T BEHAVE TURN IT UP UNTIL IT BREAKS [Last hit — hard stop or reverb tail]

Control the Noise