hey mister, stole ya beat...! (NastyTouch Remix)

groove thrash metal, darkwave, trap, dubstep

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(Beat kicks in: dark, grimy, chopped sample, heavy sub-bass, vinyl crackle in the background)

Hey mister…
Yeah, you thought this was your track?
Nah… "rocked your beat, shredded it to pieces, 
I Frankensteined it into a monster, now you dance to my creation.".
Now it’s mine.
Haptic don’t just take it, I redefine it.
These Strange Colours feigned it,
Ain't that the real shit?
Secret, 
Take it to the ground, 
With ya.

[Hook]
Hey mister, stole your beat, cut it up clean,
"Stole your beat, chopped it, cooked it, flipped it — now it’s Haptic’s recipe, you just taste it."
cant disrespect me, I dissect your sound,
Now my version hit harder, shake the whole ground.

[Verse 1: Haptic]
"I jacked your beat, tore it limb from limb,
Rebuilt the pieces, made a monster within.
Yo shit dropped  weak, I dropped an atomic laser beam,
Now the crowd screams my name, watch the light in yo eyes go dim.
Sample so hot, make the speakers combust,
Your mix? Dust. Mine? Platinum plus.
I don’t need permission, I don’t need your name,
I’m the surgeon of sound, it’s a whole new game.

[Bridge: Haptic]
(Ha-ha-ha) Chop it! Flip it! Break it!
(Ha-ha-ha) Slice it! Mix it! Shake it!
Your beat was dead, I just resurrected,
Now the crowd go wild, fully infected.

[Verse 2: Haptic]
Turntables burn like a kitchen blaze,
Your beat’s now mine, I set the stage.
Your flow was crooked, I straightened the line,
This ain’t theft, it’s divine redesign.

You talk that game, but I’m the demon twistin your sound,
track was lost, till Haptic came around.
These Strange Colours rained down,
Broke it, flipped it, spun it underground,
Now it’s my weapon, bass shakes this old town.

HAP-TIC!
Haptic Feedback.
These Strange Colours, gone static.
Flipped you the dip, now I’m king of the scene.
You disrespect me, I dissect your sound,
Haptic remix runnin’ this underground.
These Strange Colours most profound.

Hey mister…
It was never your beat to begin with.
Haptic owns this now.
These Strange colours rained down,
And stole your crown,
Sat back, gloated a bit,
And put it on upside down.

2067/7500

(Beat kicks in: dark, grimy, chopped sample, heavy sub-bass, vinyl crackle in the background) Hey mister… Yeah, you thought this was your track? Nah… "rocked your beat, shredded it to pieces, I Frankensteined it into a monster, now you dance to my creation.". Now it’s mine. Haptic don’t just take it, I redefine it. These Strange Colours feigned it, Ain't that the real shit? Secret, Take it to the ground, With ya. [Hook] Hey mister, stole your beat, cut it up clean, "Stole your beat, chopped it, cooked it, flipped it — now it’s Haptic’s recipe, you just taste it." cant disrespect me, I dissect your sound, Now my version hit harder, shake the whole ground. [Verse 1: Haptic] "I jacked your beat, tore it limb from limb, Rebuilt the pieces, made a monster within. Yo shit dropped weak, I dropped an atomic laser beam, Now the crowd screams my name, watch the light in yo eyes go dim. Sample so hot, make the speakers combust, Your mix? Dust. Mine? Platinum plus. I don’t need permission, I don’t need your name, I’m the surgeon of sound, it’s a whole new game. [Bridge: Haptic] (Ha-ha-ha) Chop it! Flip it! Break it! (Ha-ha-ha) Slice it! Mix it! Shake it! Your beat was dead, I just resurrected, Now the crowd go wild, fully infected. [Verse 2: Haptic] Turntables burn like a kitchen blaze, Your beat’s now mine, I set the stage. Your flow was crooked, I straightened the line, This ain’t theft, it’s divine redesign. You talk that game, but I’m the demon twistin your sound, track was lost, till Haptic came around. These Strange Colours rained down, Broke it, flipped it, spun it underground, Now it’s my weapon, bass shakes this old town. HAP-TIC! Haptic Feedback. These Strange Colours, gone static. Flipped you the dip, now I’m king of the scene. You disrespect me, I dissect your sound, Haptic remix runnin’ this underground. These Strange Colours most profound. Hey mister… It was never your beat to begin with. Haptic owns this now. These Strange colours rained down, And stole your crown, Sat back, gloated a bit, And put it on upside down.

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