B-BOYS in the matrix! (Word!) Droppin’ science like it’s Back to the Future practice! NEON B-BOYS—interstellar! (Word!) Breakin’ laws like we ain’t got no temporal regulator!" [VERSE 2: DR. BEATSTINE’S LAB] "Yo, step inside the Quantum Rap Chamber Where the beats hit so hard they fracture spacetime grammar Got a MPC that runs on dark matter Sample Straight Outta Compton—but it’s Straight Outta Saturn! Holotape deck with a License to Ill But now it’s License to Chill in zero-gravity thrill Ad-Rock’s a cyborg, MCA’s a clone Mike D? He’s just a hologram—still on the microphone!" [BRIDGE:] "WARNING: FUNK OVERLOAD DETECTED. EVACUATE THE DANCEFLOOR. Nah, just kidding—"TURN IT UP!" [FINAL CHORUS x2] "NEON B-BOYS in the matrix! (Word!) We the past, present, future—we the practice! NEON B-BOYS—interstellar! (Word!) If you ain’t with us, you somewhere in the past, bruh!" [OUTRO: VINYL SCRATCH + LASER ECHO] "Transmission complete… But the
