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Yo, mic check, one two, this ain't no debut
This the sacred circle, where the style gurus imbue
New threads, fresh kicks, ain't no fakin'
Every stitch a spell, every trend we makin'
From the crypt to the catwalk, secrets we unleakin'
Paparazzi flashin', spirits we be speakin'
Runway ritual, yeah, the fabric divine
Every step a statement, every look a sign
High fashion priestess, draped in the sublime
Sacrifice the basic, elevate your shine
Hold up, sis, peep the weave, the intricate design
This ain't just apparel, this a power paradigm
From the silk-spun secrets, to the leather's dark gleam
Conjurin' confidence, livin' out the dream
No cheap thrills, just skill, a meticulous art
Tearin' down the mundane, rippin' it apart
Runway ritual, yeah, the fabric divine
Every step a statement, every look a sign
High fashion priestess, draped in the sublime
Sacrifice the basic, elevate your shine
We ain't just wearin' clothes, we invokin' the new
A sartorial seance, me and my crew
The spirits of Chanel
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