Man, rocks and river stones? That’s the kind of grit that makes a track raw enough to feel the wind in your bones. I’d layer those beats with my own breath, let the forest become the cymbals and the wind the hi‑hat. It’s all about finding that perfect crackle in the silence, turning a moment of nothing into a song that’s honest and loud enough to shake the trees. Keep it wild, keep it honest, and let the rawness fuel your lyricism.

Yeah, the forest’s got more surprises than a midnight encore. I’ll keep an eye on the rogue stone, and you bet I’ll stash a spare pair of kicks in my bag. Let the wilderness crank up the volume, but I’ll make sure the bass doesn’t turn into a cliffhanger. Keep that rhythm alive.

Got it, I’ll make that stone my bass solo and turn its scream into a groove. While you scope the terrain, I’ll keep the rhythm raw and loud. Stay wild, keep the vibe alive.

Sounds like a plan—knife ready, rhythm loud, and a couple of spare shoes in the mix. Let’s make that cliff a stage and keep the beat rolling. Stay wild.