Cold Shift

[Intro]
(Cold shift…)
Steel rain, blacked-out whip,
Eyes low, I don’t miss.
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[Chorus]
Cold shift—
Fast lane, don’t play slow.
Grew up in the ends, now I blaze shows.
Bassline heavy like a payload,
Bars hit hard like a KO.
Cold shift—
Don’t talk big if you can’t run,
Man get spun when the beat drops, done.
Engine hot like the London sun,
Drum and bass when the war gets fun.
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[Drop – Instrumental DnB section]
[Hard hitting kick & snare combo, reese bass growl, chopped grime vocal stabs]
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[Bridge – Spoken/Grime bars over build-up]
Mask on face like I’m ghostin’,
Full throttle, no coasting.
Rude boy talk? Better tone it—
One bar and your whole team’s folded.
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[Chorus – Repeat with slight variations]
Cold shift—
No sleep, I’m wide in the zone.
Man make moves with a blade in tone.
When I spit, it’s war in the bone,
Steel in my voice like I’m carved in stone.
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[Outro – Fade with grime ad libs + FX]
(Yeah…)
(Cold shift, no warning…)
(174 BPM and I’m stormin’…)

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