[Verse] Subwoofers growl, sound waves collide, Two DJs stand where the bass resides. Vinyls spinning, fingers like knives, One's dropping heat, the other's revives. Crossfader warfare, no peace treaty signed, Every loop's a weapon, every beat's a landmine. [Chorus] Bass clash, who’s gonna last? Rhythm’s a weapon, future or past? Bass clash, echoes that smash, Only one survives when the subs outblast. [Verse 2] Laser beams cutting through smoke and screams, 808 artillery, shattering dreams. One drops a snare, the other's a scream, Kick drums punching holes in the seams. LED strobes, it's the battlefield gleam, Crowd’s the army, caught in the stream. [Prechorus] War horns wail, synths on fire, Turntables sparking, the stakes climb higher. [Chorus] Bass clash, who’s gonna last? Rhythm’s a weapon, future or past? Bass clash, echoes that smash, Only one survives when the subs outblast. [Bridge] Dub sirens howl, breakdown's near, Sweat drips heavy, soaked in fear. Knobs get twisted, filters sheer, The drop approaches, now it’s clear.
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