A rapper delivers high-energy verses over a pumping track, using storm and cosmic imagery to describe his lyrical power. He repeats "Close your mind drastically, fantastically" as a hook while celebrating packed club crowds and his technical flow.
Yo, I used to check out lyrics upon the format, filled with skill, with technique, computer-aided. My lyrical form is clouds on your brainstorm. I get hype, think, talk, flow, acrobatic. Sync the track, pump the track, dance missions, clubs, light poles, we act by storm visions. Inherited war reflects on the dance floor. Flowing up and having mad people showing up, packing crowds, jam-packed venues. Needles collapse while atmospheres continue. Sprinkle that, winning like that, moving like that, hitting like that, the melody is fat. You're on the energy source, the cosmic force, with Prodigy, different astrology, my intellectual power with diesel power. Close your mind drastically, fantastically. Close your mind drastically, fantastically. Close your mind drastically, fantastically. Close your mind drastically, fantastically.
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