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Green Means Go

Poncho Music Productions
Poncho Music Productions
Ear Shredder industrial dubstep × dirty warehouse house × dark acid techno × hardcore EBM, 150 BPM, Immediate relentless four-on-the-floor kick from first second to final cut, Furious distorted 303 acid riffs, filthy 808s, mechanical percussion, chopped glitches, aggressive scratches/backspins, corrupted traffic-like synth stabs and nasty tearout bass growls, HUGE Jamaican sound-system low end but ZERO reggae rhythm, Massive isolated 30–38 Hz-style sub detonations, especially 32–36 Hz, Sparse crushing downtuned industrial-metal chugs, Angry male lead sounds genuinely pissed off—spoken, barked, screamed, never polished singing, Gang vocals hammer DRIVE YOUR FUCKING CAR and PUT THE FUCKING PHONE DOWN, Bouncy, hostile, ridiculously catchy road-rage energy with abrupt dead stops before enormous drops
V6

[INTRO — CAR-IDLE RHYTHM / LOW INDUSTRIAL PULSE] [MALE — IRRITATED] What the fuck are you doing? [PAUSE] Oh. Your phone. Of course. [SUB HIT] [LEAD] PUT THE FUCKING PHONE DOWN— AND DRIVE YOUR FUCKING CAR! [MASSIVE DROP] [VERSE 1] Left lane. Right lane. Left lane again. Motherfucker— PICK A LANE! You're staring at your screen doing sixty-five, drifting over the line like nobody else exists. Head down. Phone up. Car moving. Eyes nowhere near the fucking road. [DEAD STOP] You almost hit me. You almost hit THEM. And you're still looking at your phone?! [35 HZ HIT] YOU DUMB FUCK! [HOOK] DRIVE! YOUR! FUCKING! CAR! PUT THE PHONE DOWN! LOOK AT THE ROAD! HANDS ON THE WHEEL! EYES UP! DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE YOUR FUCKING CAR! [TEAROUT DROP] [VERSE 2] Now we're at a red light. Everybody waiting. Light turns green. Car one—GO! Car two—GO! Car three—GO! You? Nothing. [PAUSE] Still sitting there. Head down. Thumb moving. Whole fucking line waiting behind you. [LEAD — SHOUT] HEY! THE LIGHT IS FUCKING GREEN! [HORN-LIKE SYNTH STAB] GO! [DROP] [CHANT] GREEN MEANS GO! GREEN MEANS GO! GET OFF YOUR PHONE! AND FUCKING GO! [ACID BUILD] [VERSE 3 — FASTER] Text message? Not important. Facebook? Not important. TikTok? NOT FUCKING IMPORTANT! Whatever you're typing can fucking wait. Because now you're crossing the center line. Car coming. HEAD ON. You jerk back. Miss them by feet. [DEAD STOP] And what do you do? [PAUSE] LOOK BACK AT THE FUCKING PHONE. [MASSIVE DROP] [HOOK] PUT! THE! FUCKING! PHONE! DOWN! DRIVE YOUR CAR! WATCH YOUR LANE! WATCH THE LIGHT! WATCH THE CAR IN FRONT OF YOU! YOU'RE DRIVING TWO TONS OF STEEL! ACT LIKE IT! [35 HZ DETONATION] [BREAKDOWN — RELENTLESS KICK] Almost rear-ended somebody. Phone. Swerved into my lane. Phone. Missed the green light. Phone. Crossed the center line. PHONE. Nearly caused a wreck. FUCKING PHONE! [BUILD] [LEAD] You know what would fix every fucking one of these? [DEAD STOP] PUT. IT. DOWN. [CATASTROPHIC DROP] [CHOPPED] PUT-IT-DOWN! PUT-IT-DOWN! PUT-IT-DOWN! DRIVE-DRIVE-DRIVE-DRIVE! [VERSE 4 — FULL RAGE] Pull your fucking head out of your ass! Nobody wants to die because you couldn't wait five fucking minutes to look at a screen. Your text can wait. Your post can wait. Your video can wait. Your notification can fucking wait. The family coming the other direction? THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE TO! [SUB HIT] Eyes up. Phone down. Pick a fucking lane. Pay attention. And DRIVE! [FINAL HOOK — EVERYTHING] PUT THE FUCKING PHONE DOWN! DRIVE YOUR FUCKING CAR! LIGHT TURNED GREEN? GO! CAR IN FRONT STOPPED? STOP! LANE GOES STRAIGHT? STAY IN IT! EYES! ON! THE! ROAD! [BUILD] I DON'T WANT YOUR TEXT! I DON'T WANT YOUR EXCUSE! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO! JUST— DRIVE! YOUR! FUCKING! CAR! [CATASTROPHIC DROP] [CHANT] DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE! PUT THE PHONE DOWN! DRIVE! PUT THE PHONE DOWN! DRIVE! [OUTRO — LOW IDLE] [MALE — EXHAUSTED / DISGUSTED] It's really not that fucking difficult. Phone down. Eyes up. Drive. [PAUSE] You dumb fuck. [HARD CUT]