`` [Filter: High-pass telephone EQ] (Fu-ru-be... Yu-ra-yu-ra...) (Fu-ru-be... Yu-ra-yu-ra...) Analyze the flow, I’m reading every line The wheel begins to turn, I’m running out of time Adapt to the pressure, adapt to the weight One spin of the wheel determines your fate Ding. [Pause] Ding. [Pause] The General awakens. I-S-U-M-M-O-N... [Full Energy: Pounding 808 kick, sidechain pump] WITH THIS TREASURE I SUMMON EIGHT-HANDLED SWORD DIVERGENT SILA DIVINE GENERAL MA-HO-RA-GA! (MA-HO-RA-GA!) `` [No drums, eerie dark pads, cavernous reverb] Technique analyzed. Neutralized. Adaptation... complete. He’s seen it all before, your infinity is thin No matter what you throw, he’s adapting from within The dharma wheel turns, another notch in the gear One by one, your techniques disappear [Glitch: Chopped stuttering transition] MA-MA-MA-MA-HORAGA. [Pause] `[Vocal: Powerhouse deep male]` WITH THIS TREASURE I SUMMON EIGHT-HANDLED SWORD DIVERGENT SILA DIVINE GENERAL MA-HO-RA-GA! (MA-HO-RA-GA!) Technique: Extinct. Adaptation: God-tier. The wheel stops. `` M-A. H-O. R-A. G-A. [Ending: Cold Cut]
