Lyrics

[Verse]
Spittin' fire, breath hotter than a stovetop,
Kick that rhythm, hearts pounding, no stop.
Percolate the flow, drip-droppin' on a sidewalk,
Voicebox playin' drums, drop jaws when I talk.

[Verse 2]
Lips poppin', slick as a fresh coat,
Echoes through the streets, soundwaves afloat.
Break it down raw, texture like rough rope,
From the underground, rise high, skyline slope.

[Chorus]
Beatbox symphony, tongue twistin' art,
Breathe life into beats, masterpiece from the start.
Boom-bap heartbeat, sync with every part,
We the architects, notes buildin' from a spark.

[Verse 3]
Pulse electric, tick-tickin' rhythmic,
Verbs bounce slick, syllables linguistic.
Craft tales vivid, raw truth ballistic,
Sound volcanos erupt, flow lava intrinsic.

[Bridge]
Voices strum chords, harmonize with bass,
Beatbox battalion, no need for a chase.
Melodies weave tight, no time to waste,
Rhymes chisel hard, leave a lasting trace.

[Verse 4]
Palette of sounds, brush strokes prismatic,
Crafting revolutions, noise so charismatic.
Invisible orchestra, pure vocals pragmatic,
From whispers to roars, flows automatic.