Funk-fu Lyrical Blows
80's thoughtful sythwave with Dolby Atmos and relaxed vocalists aggressive boom-bap meets temple gong, gang vocals, Asian percussion, impressively drastic tempo lyrical shifts, tribal shouts ad-libs and lyrical chanting; dolby atmos depth, war drums, experimental, multiple vocalists, orchestral, lyrical, magical, mystical and energizing, flutes, high-energy, groovy, layered synth bass, tambourines, cinematic, featuring harps, 80s synthwave fused with orchestral magic, triangles, disco, xylophones, experimental, lyrical, rap, gritty, rapid, cavernous plate reverbs, vocal, monophonic, aggressive mood, hardcore, hip hop, rapid-fire male vocals, funk, highly energetic, 90s hardcore funkadelic gangster hip-hop fused with 80s aggressive funk-based synths, disco, hip-hop, heavy dolby atmos spatial dynamics, Taoist influence with gangster undercurrent, mystical, multiple male vocalists, amazing rapid-fire flow delivery, uniqueness, highly energetic danceable tempo disco
Funk-fu Lyrical Blows
80's thoughtful sythwave with Dolby Atmos and relaxed vocalists aggressive boom-bap meets temple gong, gang vocals, Asian percussion, impressively drastic tempo lyrical shifts, tribal shouts ad-libs and lyrical chanting; dolby atmos depth, war drums, experimental, multiple vocalists, orchestral, lyrical, magical, mystical and energizing, flutes, high-energy, groovy, layered synth bass, tambourines, cinematic, featuring harps, 80s synthwave fused with orchestral magic, triangles, disco, xylophones, experimental, lyrical, rap, gritty, rapid, cavernous plate reverbs, vocal, monophonic, aggressive mood, hardcore, hip hop, rapid-fire male vocals, funk, highly energetic, 90s hardcore funkadelic gangster hip-hop fused with 80s aggressive funk-based synths, disco, hip-hop, heavy dolby atmos spatial dynamics, Taoist influence with gangster undercurrent, mystical, multiple male vocalists, amazing rapid-fire flow delivery, uniqueness, highly energetic danceable tempo disco
Lyrics
Intro
Step to the stance,
shoulder-width, slow breath, vein glow
Chin tucked, eyes low
(huh)
Clip in the camo pants,
grip in the grammar,
I’m lit off a language you don’t know
Steel in the syllables,
heels on the floorboard, ready for the first blow
Verse 1
I’m that brick-under-fist, under oath to the code
Underpaid, over-amped, overloading the road
I talk jagged, chalk outlines on the flow
You talk static, background noise in the showClack-teeth cadence, jaw sound like it’s jammed
Every bar backhand, crack sound in your plans
I’m the wrong one, right here, right now
Whole crowd lean back when I raise one brow (whoa)I’m that boot-in-the-gravel, last stand in the rain
You that flash-in-the-panel, quick cut, no frame
I push vowels like weights, let the consonants clash
Every letter leave a welt when the syllables smash
Chorus
Funk-fu Lyrical Blows
I swing words, split rows
Duck fast or get froze
You can block but it still goes
Funk-fu Lyrical Blows
Every line, elbows
Whole place tip-toes
when the fist of the script goes (pow)
Verse 2
Sharp tongue shuriken, spin out the grill
I don’t mumble, I maim, each syllable ill
I don’t chat, I choke whole myth of your skill
Got ‘em praying through the gold on they factory grillLeft hook grammar, right cross slang
Every pause pressure make your heartbeat hang
You did drills for the stage? I did drills for the pain
Metal gate, one light, carved my name in the rain Cold breath, warm blood, concrete for a mat
Every setback set up how I’m swinging it back
I turn breath into brass, every note into knives
Every echo in the rafters is the proof I survived
Chorus
Funk-fu Lyrical Blows
I swing words, split rows
Duck fast or get froze
You can block but it still goes
Funk-fu Lyrical Blows
Every line, elbows
Whole place tip-toes
when the fist of the script goes (pow)
Bridge
Hands up if you came for the clash (hey!)
Stand still if you scared of the splash
I don’t dab, I dash through your fragile mask
Every gasp from the back, that’s the sound of you crackedCrowd roar like a drumline, boots on the boards
Every chant in the dark sound like swinging of swords
You want peace? Wrong show, wrong row, wrong night
This that bare-knuckle script in the spotlight
Chorus
Funk-fu Lyrical Blows
I swing words, split rows
Duck fast or get froze
You can block but it still goes
Funk-fu Lyrical Blows
Every line, elbows
Talk slick? Case closed
when the fist of the script goes (pow, pow)