(Chorus) I got the crowd, going crazy And up goes the voice of the singing lady Like this (Singing choir lady sings) Like this (Singing choir lady sings) ⸻ (Verse 1 – Touch) Yo, I rose from the block where the boom bap knocks, Ciphers in the park, now the world take stock. Every rhyme sharp, cut deep like a shard, From the projects to stages, I’m a living postcard. Hands high when I spit, no gimmicks in the pit, Just pure breath control, every bar legit. I bring soul to the mic, resurrect that flame, While the choir in the back singin’ out my name. ⸻ (Chorus) I got the crowd, going crazy And up goes the voice of the singing lady Like this (Singing choir lady sings) Like this (Singing choir lady sings) ⸻ (Verse 2 – Touch) I’m the proof that the booth still sacred as a shrine, Every lyric is a scripture when I etch it in the line. From the vinyl to the wireless, the vibe still timeless, My flow a revolution, overthrowing your highness. Crowds echo back, every chant in the rafters, This is more than just rap — it’s communion with the masters. So pass the mic proper, let the choir get higher, When the lady sing the hook, it’s like gospel through the wire. ⸻ (Chorus) I got the crowd, going crazy And up goes the voice of the singing lady Like this (Singing choir lady sings) Like this (Singing choir lady sings) ⸻ (Verse 3 – Featured Rapper, Joyner-style stacking) Yo, I’m atomic, demolishin’ phonics, I’m on it, I vomit the sonics, ironic, I’m honest, I’m godly, I’m cosmic, I’m chronic, I’m polybionic. I’m faster than rockets, I’m sharper than comments, I’m darker than Onyx, I’m barkin’ ebonics, I’m sparkin’ hydraulics, I’m marchin’ with logic. I pivot the pattern, I riddle the matter, I’m splitting the atoms, I’m hittin’ the phantom, I’m flippin’ the fandom, I’m grippin’ the anthem. I’m vicious, ambitious, malicious with diction, tradition is fiction, I’m whippin’ the rhythm, I’m flippin’ the prism, collision’s addiction. I’m never diminished, replenish the menace, I finish with Guinness, I’m in it, I’m winnin’, I’m sprintin’ with digits, I’m bendin’ the physics. I’m liftin’ the limits, my spirit’s prolific, terrific, horrific, Explicit, exquisite, ballistic, linguistic, sadistic, simplistic. I’m the bomb in the booth, choir liftin’ the truth, Touch lit the fuse, now I’m rippin’ the roof. Lady hit the note, let it echo divine, Boom bap nuclear — Hot Touch, prime time. ⸻ (Chorus) I got the crowd, going crazy And up goes the voice of the singing lady Like this (Singing choir lady sings) Like this (Singing choir lady sings)
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