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Bassline prowls low —deep and wide
Hi-hats stitching through the stride
Trumpet calls and the trombone slides
Every bar a battle every beat a guide
Kick —snare —kick-kick —snare
Floor burns where the soles tear
No words needed just the rhythm laid bare
Cypher closes in hands in the air
Organ swells beneath the brass attack
Saxophone wails and the groove snaps back
Question phrased in a four-bar stack
Answer comes when the drums go black
(Drums alone —raw unpolished breathing)
Everything hits at once —horns in the red
Bass and kick locked tight in the head
The floor is alive every dancer fed
A circle of fire where the fearless tread
One last stab —then silence
Sweat on the floor the groove in the bones
Fade to black