The Woman That Shot [ B.S Amazones Interlude Rmx ]

(Intro) (Sound of a spray can shaking: tchk-tchk-tchk) (Deep breath) Check the frequency... From the pavement to the soul. Yo. [Throat clearing, Siren sound effect] Woop-woop ! Woop-woop ! Here We Go : (Verse) The block ain’t just concrete, it’s a breathing stage, Where we write the city’s history on a bleeding page. See the muralist paint life while the can sprays hiss, But the beatboxer brings the rhythm that the crowd can’t miss. [Chorus: Rhythmic Vocal Scratches] Wiki-wiki-waaaah Brrr-at-dat-dat-dat! KAH! Pshh Pf Kch Clap (Uh... Yeah...) No drum machine needed, just the lips and the cords, Bridging gaps between the humans and the circuit boards. Precision of a robot, but the spirit is raw, Breaking every boundary, defying physics and law. [Beatbox Solo: Aggressive] Puh-puh-KAH! Puh-puh-KAH! Bmm-bmm-bmm-bmm (Low bass rumble) Tick-tock-tick-tock (Clicking sounds) I’m a street technician, crafting kicks and the snares, Echoing through subway tunnels and the dimly lit stairs. Layering the scratches with a deep bass hum, My anatomy is heavy like a 90s drum. [Bridge: Atmospheric noises] Shhhhh... Hah... Hah... (Heavy breathing) Zzzzzm Bmm Puh Dum B! It’s organic, it’s pure, it’s the sound of the grime, Filtered through the lungs, one second at a time. In the center of the cypher, where the DNA’s shared, Creating masterpieces out of nothing but air. (Outro) Urban silence... shattered. The masterpiece is vocal. Keep it underground. [Boxing Ring Bell: DING !]