[Intro – Glitched Spoken] Makin’Salad in the k-k-kitchen… ch-chop the beat, vi-vibes start stitchin’, I don’t just cook, I cr-cr-create ev-every slice a new soundscape. [Verse 1 – Fast/Chopped Flow] I’m not ju-just a chef, I’m a vi-visionary, mi-mix the raw with the le-legendary, cu-cut the silence, turn noise to flame, ev-every glitch spells out my name. I don’t copy, I i-ignite new trends, chop the beats that ne-never end, art in the bowl, sound in the air, Makin’Salad’s cr-creativity’s rare. [Pre-Chorus – Distorted Chant] Chop it (chop it!) – ideas rain, Slice it (slice it!) – spark the brain, Mix it (mix it!) – joy and pain, Every track’s a fr-fr-fresh domain. [Chorus – Anthem Drop] Chop the beat, turn chaos clean, From a salad bowl to a sound machine, Cre-cre-creativity cut so tight, Makin’Salad turn glitch to light. [Verse 2 – Double-Time] ve-ve-vision spin like the salad I toss, gr-gr-grind my art, ne-never take a loss, im-imagination’s the blade I wield, fr-from the glitch I build my field. si-sound designer with a chef’s precision, sy-syllables sliced with a clear-cut vision, co-colors and flavors inside my flow, Makin’Salad makes the chaos glow. [Bridge – Whispered Layer / Fast] whi-whispers turn to th-thunder quick, e-every line is a ma-magic trick, cre-creativity’s the soul I show, fro-from the roots my art will grow. [Chorus – Final Drop / Overlapped Vocals] Chop the beat, let the world taste free, Every cut’s an i-identity, No-no-limit when I cre-create, Salad storm, de-de-defy the fate. (chant underlayer) Chop it–Spin it–Flip it–Make! Slice it–Mix itBreak it–Shake! [Outro – Spoken / Distorted] Makin’Salad… no recipe, just c-creativity. This isn’t just food… it’s what I am.
