Sax & Packs

Lyrics

​(Intro)
(Fast, rhythmic saxophone stabs: Dut-dut, dut-dut-dut!)
(Sound of a lighter flicking, then a heavy bass slide)
(Ad-libs: Yo... listen... it's a different caliber... keep the metal polished... yeah...)
​(Chorus)
Bronze on the wrist, but the heart’s gone froze (ice)
The sax is screaming, I’m on my toes (standard)
Man talk beef, but they’re talking to ghosts
I’m in the back, just doing the most (trust)
Skeng in the sax, yeah the melody’s sharp
I don’t play strings, I don’t play the harp
It’s a Grime-Jazz vibe when I’m moving through the dark
Mask on my face, leaving a mark (mark).
​(Verse 1)
Look,
Step in the dance, man are feeling the tension
Mention my name, get a sudden suspension
I’m from the era of "don’t ask, don't mention"
Working the graft till I get the exemption (work)
The 808s sliding, the rhythm is choppy
Your flow is a carbon, your style is a copy
I’m sharp with the pen, I don’t do "sloppy"
Making the moves while the rest of 'ems hobby (phew)
I don’t need a spotlight, I’m dimming the glow
The saxophone’s jagged, it’s part of the show
I’m 140, I’m never on "slow"
If it ain't about growth, then I’m ready to go (gone)
Told ‘em already, I’m built for the pressure
Keeping the bronze like a family treasure
Measure the weight, then I find a new ledger
Doing it big, man, I don’t do the "lesser."
​(Bridge)
(Beat strips to just the Saxophone and a skipping Hi-Hat)
(Fast-paced, rhythmic breathing)
It’s aggressive...
It’s sophisticated...
But it’s still road.
Watch.
​(Verse 2)
Oi,
Back in the day it was bus stops and ballys
Now I’m in suites and I’m dodging the rallies (swerve)
Calculated, I’m checking the tallies
Moving through tunnels and lighting the alleys (light it)
The brass is aggressive, it’s hitting the chest
I put the "Wave" in the Grime, I’m the best
Put the ego to sleep, put the fakes to the rest
I’m passing the exam, I’m passing the test (trust)
Man think they’re bad till the 808 hits ‘em
I don’t talk much, I just move with the rhythm
Locked in the lab, yeah I’m stuck in the prism
Jazzy with the flow, but I’m sparking the schism (woo!)
​(Outro)
(The saxophone plays a chaotic, high-speed solo over a heavy Grime bass loop)
(Sound of a police siren fading in and out)
Keep it moving.
Bronze and Brass.
Anonymous forever.
(The track ends with a heavy "thud" and a final saxophone screech)