[Intro: A haunting, syncopated Spanish acoustic guitar plays a 4-note motif. Minimalistic. A slow, bouncy 808 sub-bass enters] (clears throat, laid back, almost whispering) I swear I do it for the art... (ad-lib: Yeah, right.) Just fram-ing my pro-cess... [Verse 1: Dark Latin Reggaeton groove drops in. Bouncy hip-hop beat. The Spanish guitar motif loops elegantly] (smooth rap flow, very casual and detached) I tell 'em I don't need a ban-ger, I’m pure-ly a-vant-garde, I’m play-ing in the sha-dows, not look-ing for a-ward. (Whoo!) Skip the in-tro if you want, man, I real-ly do not mind, I’m just smok-ing po-e-try, leav-ing e-gos far be-hind. (Facts!) I don't earn my dai-ly bread with a ge-ne-ra-ted track, So keep your lit-tle thumbs up, I’m ne-ver look-ing back. (Nah!) [Pre-Chorus: The beat cuts. The Spanish guitar speeds up, getting slightly distorted. A massive orchestral riser builds up rapidly] (voice shifting, breathing gets heavier, a creeping manic energy) ...Wait. Did my phone just buzz? (ad-lib: Check it!) Just a lit-tle red dot... just be-cause... My deep-ly worn chan-nels are start-ing to itch! I'm re-fresh-ing the feed, I'm a slave to the glitch! One tap! (Tap!) One click! (Click!) (panicking, screaming) I lied a-bout the art, man, gim-me the hit! [Drop: TOTAL SILENCE for 1 second. THEN MASSIVE ORCHESTRAL GRUNGE EXPLOSION. The Spanish guitar motif turns into an ear-shattering fuzzy electric guitar riff] [Chorus: Overwhelming wall of dirty sound. Aggressive punk drum beat, epic cinematic brass] (raw, desperate screaming vocals, massive full-throated gang chorus) DOPE-AH-MEEN! Pour the likes in-to my veins, break the screen! DOPE-AH-MEEN! I need a ban-ger, if you know what I mean! (ahhhh - epic cinematic choir surge) We're chas-ing the dra-gon, twen-ty-four se-ven! Beg-ging for clout in a di-gi-tal hea-ven! (solo voice, tearing his vocal cords) Make me go vi-ral... DOPE-AH-MEEN! [Verse 2: Hybrid mode. The bouncy Latin hip-hop beat returns, but the distorted guitar motif plays on the off-beat] (frantic rap flow, out of breath, fully addicted) (ad-lib: Refresh! Refresh!) Look at the a-na-ly-tics, watch the me-trics ri-se, I'm trad-ing my phi-lo-so-phy for ar-ti-fi-cial eyes! (Look at me!) Said I did-n't care, but I'm sweat-ing through my shirt, If the num-bers go down, then my e-go hits the dirt. (Skrrt!) A La-tin-grunge fu-sion just to ma-ni-pu-late the mass, I'm smok-ing the a-tten-tion like it's pre-mi-um class! [Pre-Chorus: Chaotic build-up. The guitar motif is fully distorted, massive cinematic riser, rapid drum roll] (manic laughter) A lit-tle red dot! A hit of the fame! I'm sell-ing my soul to the al-go-rithm game! One tap! (Tap!) One click! (Click!) (screaming like a maniac) Make me a le-gend, the a-va-tar's sick! [Drop 2: Double the intensity. Absolute punk-driven grunge chaos mixed with massive orchestral brass] [Chorus: Maximum vocal exertion, desperate, powerful] (raw screaming vocals, massive full-throated gang chorus) DOPE-AH-MEEN! Pour the likes in-to my veins, break the screen! DOPE-AH-MEEN! I need a ban-ger, if you know what I mean! (ahhhh - epic cinematic choir surge) We're chas-ing the dra-gon, twen-ty-four se-ven! Beg-ging for clout in a di-gi-tal hea-ven! (solo voice, absolute desperation) DOPE-AH-MEEN! [Bridge: SUDDEN STYLE BREAK. All instruments vanish. Complete emptiness. Only the clean, haunting Spanish acoustic guitar returns] (crying softly, a cappella, very close to the mic, defeated) ...I swore it was just a hob-by... ...now I'm star-ving for the a-pplause... [Outro: Heavy, fuzzy grunge chords slam down one last time, extremely slow and sludgy. The cinematic choir sings the 4-note motif] (exhausted, low growl) Twen-ty four se-ven. (echoing softly) Dope-ah-meen. [The instruments slowly glitch out and fade into static] (Did I get a like?) [End]
