[Lead Male Voice: A raspy, energetic, punk-rock voice. Delivers lyrics with a mix of sneering punk attitude and virtuosic, funky rap flow, all drenched in a cool, Spanglish Miami accent.] [Intro: Ska Riff & Spoken Word] [Music: A single, dirty, upbeat ska guitar riff repeats. A funky bassline slides in.] [Oz - Spoken, with a confident laugh] New chair, new view, same damn weirdo in the expensive shoes... well, knock-offs. They say "dress for the job you want". Papi, I showed up dressed for the job I OWN. Let's get it. [Verse 1: Funk-Rap] [Music: The full groove kicks in. Driving hip-hop beat, funky bass, ska guitar stabs.] [Oz - Rapping with a relaxed, unstoppable flow] Just walked across the Red Sea, left my Pharaohs on read, The water's closing in on all the stupid things they said. Egypt was a cubicle, the desert was the grind, But I parted all that water with the power of my mind. This ain't no burning bush, man, this is a burning drive, Traded in my golden calf for this sweet nine-to-five. [Pre-Chorus: Punk Buildup] [Music: The beat gets faster, more frantic. The guitar becomes a driving punk riff.] [Oz - Sings with rising, sneering energy] One handshake by the water cooler, a treaty signed in ink, My own "Abrazo del Solís Grande", faster than you think! The civil war is over, now the two sides are aligned! My passion and my paycheck are finally intertwined! [Chorus: Ska-Punk EXPLOSION] [Music: Pure, joyful chaos. The ska riff is at full blast, the drums are pounding, the bass is a groovy earthquake. The vibe is a mosh pit on the beach.] [Oz - Shouting with melodic, triumphant energy] ACTIVATING MY EN! My aura's filling up the room! A professional domain expansion chasing out the gloom! ACTIVATING MY EN! This ain't a job, it's my new zone! My cubicle's a kingdom and the coffee machine's my throne! Dale! [Verse 2: Funk-Rap] [Music: Groove settles back, but the confidence is overflowing. The bass is extra slinky.] [Oz] I'm sensing every project, every deadline, every vibe, My talent ain't a hobby now, it's how I stay alive. I'm a Hunter in the office, my Nen is fully charged, My Hatsu is the strategy the old me disregarded. I turn my "cursed energy" from bullshit I went through... into the funky alchemy of making something new. [Outro: Funk Groove Fade] [Music: The ska and punk elements fade, leaving a cool, confident funk groove. The bass takes a mini-solo.] [Oz - Ad-libbing with Miami swagger as the music fades] Yeah... Promised Land feels pretty good. Got my milk, got my honey... and they're paying me for it. Feels good to be the boss of your own little bubble, you know? My En... My rules. Later, haters. [The bassline plays one last, perfectly funky note and cuts to silence.]
