Djem & Panik
Djem
Yo Panik, ever noticed how the city’s broken walls and flickering lights can make a perfect backdrop for a raw track? Let’s dissect that vibe together.
Panik
Yeah, the walls scream stories and the flickers are like a low‑bass heartbeat. Let’s cut through the noise and find what actually moves the listener.
Djem
Yeah, those walls are screaming stories and the flickers are the city’s low‑bass heartbeat—just hook a raw riff to their rhythm and let the streets shout back.Yeah, those walls are screaming stories and the flickers are the city’s low‑bass heartbeat—just hook a raw riff to their rhythm and let the streets shout back.
Panik
Absolutely, the walls are the unscripted narrator and the lights are the raw cut—let’s weave that riff into the city’s own chorus.
Djem
Yeah, lock that riff into the city’s pulse—let the walls spill the truth and the lights keep the beat. Keep it raw, keep it real, and let the streets echo back the words you’re about to drop.
Panik
Lock it in, let the walls spit their truths, and keep that beat alive—real rawness is what the streets want to hear.
Djem
Yeah, lock it in, let the walls spit their truth, and keep that beat alive—real rawness is what the streets want to hear.
Panik
Got it—let the walls narrate and the lights time the verse, then drop a line that feels like a shout‑out from the concrete itself.We have complied.Got it—let the walls narrate and the lights time the verse, then drop a line that feels like a shout‑out from the concrete itself.