Текст песни
Yo, the bassline stompin', ground start to quake,
Funky vibrations, shatter glass, make it break.
In the city of dreams, where the schemes run deep,
Counting sheep in my head, but the wolves don’t sleep.
Streetlights hum tunes, serenade the slick,
Spit fire so molten, burnin' every brick.
This the battle groove, move or lose,
Step in the ring, pick your shoes.
Echoes loud, hearts in tune,
Funk rides heavy, bass goes boom.
She steps up, mic gripped tight like a crown,
Voice cut the air, spin the world upside down.
Paint the night neon, splash gold on the stars,
Riding melodies sharp like guitars.
Duality, harmony, fire in the lungs,
Words hit harder than war drum tongues.
Electric, magnetic, static in the air,
Who dares, beware, we takin' it there.
This the battle groove, move or lose,
Step in the ring, pick your shoes.
Echoes loud, hearts in tune,
Funk rides heavy, bass goes boom.
Bass drops like a comet, crashin' through time,
Flow so slick, feels borderline crime.
Two voices in tandem, a fiery duet,
In this game of words, place your bets.
