gunchester

UK DRILL TRACK: GUNCHESTER PRESSURE

[INTRO - Hard Kick, Hi-Hat Rolls, Filtered Synth]

AD-LIB (Gravelly, Echoing): Skrrrt. M-Town. Gunchester.
They talk 'bout the pressure.
Man just talk, man don't measure.
Yeah.
(Let's go.)

[VERSE 1 - The Warning & The Crew Flex]

Yo, five days on the glide, five nights on the low,
Opps know the code, if we see them, we let it blow.
M-Town pressure, yeah, we call it Gunchester,
Man are moving reckless, tryna test a real stepper.
Ask Big Jagga B, we step with no stress,
Got the hand ting tucked, right beneath the fresh vest.
They see the flick of the wrist, that’s a clean ramz draw,
Leave a pagan twisted, body stretched out on the floor.
Said he was about the life, now he’s running like a chicken,
Don’t slip on the mains, my young boys are always whipping.
From the North to the South, we got the city locked,
Tryna chase that cheddar, no time for the tick-tock.

[HOOK / CHORUS - Repetitive & Hard, Heavy 808s]

ARTIST 1 & 2 (Aggressive, Non-Melodic Flow. Delivered in a cold, triplet cadence with pure aggression):
Wap on my hip, better duck when I aim (Bow, bow!)
Gunchester living, ain’t playing no game.
This ain’t no dream, fam, this ain't what it seem,
Tryna take man’s paper, now you’re seeing the beam.
If you talk on the net, better be ready to back it,
Got the spinner ready, yeah, we drill, then we dash it.
Big body G63, AMG, that’s just for the showing,
But when it's time to work, the RS6 is flowing.

[VERSE 2 - The Ride & Weaponry]

Skrrrt, jump in the Audi, Stage 3, full mapped,
If the Trident try catch us, fam, they’re getting lapped.
We're ghost on the road, leave the cameras scratching,
Big engine roaring, wheels spinning, never napping.
They heard about the weight, the ice, and the new crib,
Now they want to plot up, tryna get a little nib.
But man's built different, got the mindset of a general,
Got the corn for the beef, make the problem feel terminal.
My mash holds heat, my shank holds blood,
If you touch the money, your name is mud.
I don't give a toss about you or your mandem or your hype,
You see the red dot flash, that’s the end of your life.
They wanna talk tough? Send them a quick text,
We deliver the violence, man, we do it the best.

[BRIDGE - Name Drops & Final Threat]

ARTIST 2 (Darker Tone, Spoken/Rapped - Focus on cold articulation of threats, no melody whatsoever):
But what I'ma hit you with, your first reaction is to duck.
I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
Of his jacket—he had a shank, he shoulda packed it.
Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket,
So I can reload and explode on your arsehole.
I mess around and get hardcore,
C4 to your front door, no beef no more. (Clear!)
Feel the rough, scandalous,
The more haze I puff, the more dangerous.
Me, Aalam De Zaalam, we set the new trend,
Lil C with the drop, watch the beef never end.
And my young boy Lil Yansta, he’s always ready to move,
Pivoting through the backstreets, got nothing to prove.
Run down a pagan, 
[speak] jagga bootz media

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