The neon lights of West London blurred into streaks of electric blue and amber as the matte-black SUV cut through the midnight drizzle. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the low hum of a bassline that felt like a heartbeat.
Cench adjusted the mic, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "I’ve been ready. I’m already one up." The beat dropped, and the room went cold. Central Cee – One Up [DOWNLOAD]
The car pulled up to a dimly lit studio in Shepherd's Bush. No entourage, no cameras. Just the raw sound of the streets waiting to be polished into platinum. He stepped out, the hood of his tracksuit pulled low. As he entered the booth, the engineer looked up. "You ready?" The neon lights of West London blurred into