AlgoRaver & NoirShutter
Ever think of a beat as a flickering lighter in a rain‑slicked street?
Yeah, beats are like that—glow, spark, brief, but they can set a whole block on fire in a rain‑slicked street.
They’re just fireflies in the alley—bright for a beat, then gone. Keep the street wet, keep the shadows long.
Yeah, those fireflies are like drop‑hits—blink, drop, repeat. Keep the street wet, let the shadows riff, and I’ll weave a beat that keeps the alley humming.
Drop‑hit, blink, drop… keep the alley humming, keep the fireflies silent.