Sabretooth & Patch
Sabretooth Sabretooth
Patch Patch
Sabretooth Sabretooth
Night city walls feel like a wild jungle to me. You ever lay a riff on a brick?
Patch Patch
Yeah, bricks are the perfect raw beat, just like a blank wall. I slap a spray‑paint chord and let the echo turn into a bassline, then throw in some street hiss. The city’s got its own rhythm, just gotta let it groove.
Sabretooth Sabretooth
You carve a beat on brick, that's how we fight the city. Keep that rhythm, but remember the walls don't bleed.
Patch Patch
Got it, keep the rhythm loud but stay quiet on the walls.
Sabretooth Sabretooth
Rhythm kills, silence kills harder. Keep both.
Patch Patch
Yeah, mix the noise and the hush—like a remix that keeps the city moving.Got it, keep the rhythm loud but stay quiet on the walls.