[Intro] (Hehe) (Let's go!) [powerful 8-octave female soprano vocals soar] AAAAHHHHHHHH! [Verse 1] I was wired in, yellow case, Sony Sports on my hip when I'm pickin' up the pace, had the bass in my face, never leavin' a trace, Flippin’ tapes with the grace of an ace in the race, every space is my place when the rhythm I chase. World was losin' its mind, Y2K paranoia, a technology destroyer, a bug they couldn't find, I was one of a kind, left the panic behind, had the beats intertwined, realigned and refined. Saw the Berlin wall fallin' down on the screen, a historical scene, so surreal and serene, Heard the dial-up modem makin' one hell of a scream, livin' life as a teen in a flickering haze dream. From the boom-bap attack to the grunge rock scenes, fillin' up my blue jeans with the zines and the means, Just a 90s baby queen, livin' life in-between, gettin' hooked on the gleam of a speaker-screen sheen. [Chorus] In the static, in the panic, in the electrical stream, Livin' in my head, a violent beautiful dream. From the Walkman wonder to the pods in my ears, This beat is the constant that's conquerin' all my fears. [8 octave female vocals soar] Whoaa! Yeeeaaahhh! [Hook] Got the beat in my soul and it's takin' its toll on the people who don't understand the control! Never ever lettin' go of the frantic fast flow 'cause it's makin' me whole and it's part of the show! [Verse 2] Turn of the century, tragedy, two towers fell, everybody stood still under a powerful spell, As the world went to hell, I just cranked it to twelve, built a musical shell where my sanity could dwell. Saw the market collapse in a flash, what a crisis, forgettin' what nice is, regardless of prices, My only devices were rhythmic enticers, the slicers and dicers of audio spices. Then the web went all social, new faces, new spaces, a book full of traces, a million new places, I ran my own races, aced all the chases, with bass-heavy cases for my musical oasis. Watched the world gettin' smaller inside of my palm on a screen that was calm 'til it dropped the next bomb, Then the 'vid hit the block and the world was in shock but my speakers would rock, goin' 'round the whole clock. [Chorus] In the static, in the panic, in the electrical stream, Livin' in my head, a violent beautiful dream. From the Walkman wonder to the pods in my ears, This beat is the constant that's conquerin' all my fears. [8 octave female vocals soar] Whoaa! Yeeeaaahhh! [Hook] Got the beat in my soul and it's takin' its toll on the people who don't understand the control! Never ever lettin' go of the frantic fast flow 'cause it's makin' me whole and it's part of the show! [Refrain] The world keeps burnin', burnin' up right at the edge, (It just keeps burnin' up!) But I'm still learnin', standin' back from the ledge. With the bass drum thumpin' like a war drum in me It’s the one true thing that keeps me chill and keeps me free [Outro] From my big, chunky, yellow Walkman... all the way to my little white AirPods... The beat is all that matters. It's, like, the only thing that's real. [Boom End]
