Corpsey

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The main synth sound is reversed isn't it, like a cassette being rewound.

Definitely see the distinctness of this beat - never heard a yank beat like it.

"Moscow (?) with the Brexit selection
But no we ain't leaving yet"

"Had to wing man down like Hazard"

"Ruthless bang off the ting no Cillit"
 

luka

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Yeah lots of backwards sounds in uk drill that's why I said it was devil music.
 

luka

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Wiley devil mixes plus the old backwards masking myths. Play records backwards and satanic messages are revealed. Plus eg the upside down cross. The satanic as the inversion of the Christian.
 

Corpsey

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I also like those little hiccups of voice/song that you get in some drill - like the ones Zaytoven used to use
 

Corpsey

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In fact, it strikes me that this instrumental, if it was repackaged, could be 'blade runner music' in itself - paranoid, synthetic, small dehumanised bursts of song
 

Corpsey

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https://genius.com/Moscow17-lightwork-freestyle-lyrics

[Verse 1: Incognito]
I don't know nothing 'bout pressure
All he wanted was a steak and rice
Sahara Grill, I left that mess up
Like anything 2 get bun or a mate of the 2 get chinged or cheff up
The wheels on the bike go 'round and 'round
They're saying I chinged that fella
Like, you should've known better
Now they think I'm on juju, a mate of a opp get got, like
That ain't the new news
.44 spin gun hit mans wig, landlord ting mans stepped on cribs
Bare fur round gloves on a Russian ting
The opp boys tweek they ain't on tings, they ain't on piss

[Verse 2: Loosescrew, Incognito]
Never would've saw that vision when me and bro chuckled and done that chinging
Rise up the mash and fill it, Sunday drilling that's nothing but sinning
Why the opps always talking shit, come to the B you ain't got no clips
Best put some names in tracks about rise that mash on someone you hit
Bastards go get tarnished, get touched unruly crasis your shanks on btec mines on masters
Gyallie wanna ride all night, got to tell gyallie that I really don't mind
But I'm a real bad boy from the ends so I gotta tell gyallie that my curfew nine
But it's nothing til slide inside
6 AM mans back outside because I'm really on my grind though I trap online (Grind though I trap online)

[Verse 3: Incognito]
I was in the block with twins, ting, the driver of the ped was spin, full to the brim
Had no luck so he jumped on a ped and we went down Crane
Dem boy lame, Snoop, Snoop, where you at where you at
Russian lean and the prats know way that I put on Snap
Still doing that trap but I'm stuck in the trap because I trap all day get paid
Gyallie too dead but I want that face
Dis one leng might call her bae, attitude cardi a little bit of yardie, shutdown shores when we step on stage
Zone 2 youts so I back that blade, that's a Zone 2 bitch and she can't escape, she came for a slash and she's chilling at bages
Front line ting bare B's and K's, B's and K's

[Verse 4: Loosescrew]
They ride out seeking a vengeance, we run town don't need no amendments
Moscow O we the greatest selection, but no we ain't leaving yet
Aim at chest, you fall them dead
In jail we no get no sex, 15 kits look who's hench who's bad what's next
Loosescrew back Oboy don't stress about way back then
Basic entry standard, canteen bag up and landing, someone go check up the pattern, they been spitting 4 years but only gets clout when he opens mouth about the gangdem
[?] see my [?] waps but I swear I had to wing man down like I'm Hazard with a 4 door saving [?]
Step on your block, go put on your pampers, because the feds don't want no spillage and I know that your period pads are finished
Ruthless bang off the ting no Cillit, ruthless bang off the ting no Cillit
 

luka

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44 spin gun hit mans wig, landlord ting mans stepped on cribs

These are the kinds of clipped stacked monosyllabic bursts I was drawing attention to on the road rap thread. I love them.
 

Corpsey

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Yeah and this was where I was particularly thinking of how south ldn pronunciation affects things - those monosyllables

Like when I say 'bits' (with my semi-posh oxonian accent) I pronounce it deep in my throat, elongating the vowel sound - whereas these guys it's much more staccato...
 

sadmanbarty

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In fact, it strikes me that this instrumental, if it was repackaged, could be 'blade runner music' in itself - paranoid, synthetic, small dehumanised bursts of song

20 minutes I was halfway through starting a thread about 21st futurism being inadvertent. Baseline and drill artists calling themselves code names (t2, v9, c1) without opting for other futurist signifiers.

Comparing how zapp would call their vocal treatments robotic to how autotune isn’t posited as similarly futurist these days.
 

luka

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I told you lot this song was worth examining. No Luke it's so boring, I can't be bothered, wah wah
 

Corpsey

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Staccato/Legato

I was about to theorise about the death of legato and then I happened to put on that new Schoolboy Q song with Travis Scott singing 'Chopsticks' - and I realised that autotune is legato.

But then you've got Migos et al flowing largely in staccato monosyllables...
 

Corpsey

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O'er many a Frozen, many a fierie Alpe, [ 620 ]
Rocks, Caves, Lakes, Fens, Bogs, Dens, and shades of death,

Milton does drill
 

luka

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Lot of prediction tablet was written like that. I've got some money now so I'll do another print run soon
 

Corpsey

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me and bart in the pub with the pints and crisps
corpse in the shop up the block buying chocs, the crunchies and twix
 
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