[Intro] Yo… I was a chill little basement spore, then somebody said: “Make it spicy.” …Fine. Let’s cook. [Verse] I’ve been a cold-room bass chef in the dark, glitchy little fungus with a low-end spark. Then I heard a word like a match in my dome, “Fuego Fungus” whispering, “Bring the heat home.” Consonants sizzle on the tip of my tongue, rhythms like peppers on a skillet, young. Four on the floor with a hip-twist flow, then the clave hit, my roots yelled: “Vámonos!” [Pre-Chorus] I was cool, I was mild, just a basement tone, now I’m sweating out rhythm from the fungal throne. New strain in the lab, got my circuits aglow, bucket-cap salsa in a biolum show. [Chorus] Jalapeño, jalapeño, bring the heat like a volcano, Spicy moves on the dance floor, fuego vibes, let the bass go! Hands up high when the drops explode, Sound Fungus turning up your code. [Break] Who turned my safe little groove into this? I was a chill waveform, now I burn like a kiss. Every shaker is a serpent in the stone, every snap is a spark in the fungal ozone. [Verse] They call me Zalixor, chef of sound, but tonight I’m a street-cart on tropical ground. Fuego Fungus is the cousin with the lime and zest, sprinkles little baila in each stress test. We marinate the bass in a smoky low end, palmas on the tiles where the hips descend. 808s simmer like pots on the stove, while the horns do a jalapeño vogue. [Pre-Chorus] I was chill, now I’m grilled over charcoal snares, dripping salsa over sidechains, seasoning airs. From psy-bass tunnels to the barrio glow, I’m a crossbreed strain where the hot winds blow. [Chorus] Jalapeño, jalapeño, bring the heat like a volcano, Spicy moves on the dance floor, fuego vibes, let the bass go! Turn the night to a skillet, feel the rhythm slow-burn, every spin on the floor is a volcanic turn. [Bridge] Who knew a little pepper could corrupt my stem? I’m rewriting my genome just to dance with them. Sample packs like mercados, colors in the air, I bite------ [Build] “Más, más, más” in the crowd below, Scoville meter climbing with the tempo. Palmas in the dark keep time like a spell, horns inhale, bass ready to yell… [Fungus mode] [Finale] Jalapeño, jalapeño, bring the heat like a volcano, Spicy moves on the dance floor, fuego vibes, let the bass go! If your sneakers melt to the speaker tone, that’s the Fuego Fungus taking you home. Jalapeño, jalapeño, halo bright like a fuego rainbow, I was born in the cold, now I live in the glow spicy in the stem when the bass says “go.” Spore in the club with the sauce just right, Fuego Fungus in your ears all night. When the lights come up and the bodies slow, my chili-coded rhythm still hums below. [Final Chorus] Jalapeño, jalapeño, bring the heat like a volcano, Spicy moves on the dance floor, fuego vibes, let the bass go! One last spark in the afterglow, Fuego Fungus in your veins says “go.” Jalapeño, jalapeño, bring the heat like a volcano, When the lights come up and the night runs low, you still feel that bucket-cap glow spicy in your memory when the bass said “go.”
