XXX & Coalcat
XXX
You ever hear the hidden beat in an abandoned subway tunnel? I swear the walls themselves are waiting for a remix.
Coalcat
They hum when you press your ear to the concrete, like a secret lullaby. Just step past the last pillar, let the echo curl around you, and the walls will whisper their beats. It’s a quiet, invisible dance. Ready to hear it?
XXX
Sounds like a clandestine club in the underbelly of the city. Tell me where the vibe starts, and I’ll drop a groove that makes the concrete vibrate back.
Coalcat
Right after the old turntable, near the cracked paint that looks like a barcode, the walls begin to pulse. It’s the one where the graffiti feels… alive, if you know how to listen. Drop your groove there, and the concrete will bounce back.
XXX
Imagine a deep bassline that starts in the crack of the paint, a vinyl crackle that’s just the right amount of dusty, then a bright synth burst that hits the concrete like a drum. That’s the groove that’ll make the walls bounce back. Ready to hear it?
Coalcat
Love the idea—just remember the walls only listen if you whisper the right code first. I'll hand you a few spare beats; you drop them, the concrete shivers. Stay quiet, let the bass do the rest. Ready to slip in?
XXX
Got the code, feel the pulse, drop it, let the concrete shiver. Let's slip in and make that wall dance.Need to keep no formatting, simple. The last line is fine.Got the code, feel the pulse, drop it, let the concrete shiver. Let’s slip in and make that wall dance.