[Chorus (Intro like)] (Beatbox intro builds up, heavy electronic bass starts pulsing) Drop the beat, set the pace, we control the floor, Croatia in the house, yeah, we open up the door! With the hood pulled up and the rhythm in my soul, We slide onto the site, taking full control. Yeah, we fight to the tempo, we move as one, The Battle of Rhythm has just begun! [Bridge] (Bass drops lower, a smooth synth melody kicks in) Look at the glove, see the cyan light glow, We switch up the frequency, changing the flow. Don't fight it alone, just match with my stride, When the rhythm takes over, there’s nowhere to hide. [Verse 1] Stepping out of the underground EDM scene, Rocking yellow and orange, keeping the energy clean. Tapered blue pants, high-top boots on the ground, I don’t just shoot bullets, I’m weaponizing sound! Brimstone called up, said the team needs a lift, So I brought a little remix, a tactical shift. [Verse 2] Check the collar on my shirt, folklore on display, A party animal spirit leading the way. Got the sidearm strapped, but my real power lives In the music and the motion that my Radiant energy gives. They think they can hold us? They think they can stay? I’m about to clear the angle and sweep them away. [Verse 3] Open up the map targeter, plotting the line, Gonna block out their vision right on the dime. Waveform dropping instant, cutting the sight, An orange and blue shadow rewriting the fight. No delay on the drop, yeah, the smokes are in place, Time to push through the barrier, picking up pace! [Chorus 1] Drop the beat, set the pace, we control the floor, Croatia in the house, yeah, we open up the door! With the hood pulled up and the rhythm in my soul, We slide onto the site, taking full control. Yeah, we fight to the tempo, we move as one, The Battle of Rhythm has just begun! [Bridge] (Echoing electronic vocals) Can you feel the pulse? (Feel the pulse...) Can you hear the sound? (Hear the sound...) We lock it down. [Pre-chorus] Locking eyes with the duelist, let’s double the speed, I’ve got the perfect frequency to give us the lead. Ready up the stim, yeah, we’re locking it in, On my mark, let the cadence begin! [Chorus 2] Hit the switch, Harmonize, feel the fire rate rise! Every kill that we get keeps the spark in our eyes! Combat Stim activated, we’re breaking the mold, First Controller in history to heal and hold! Yeah, we fight to the tempo, we move as one, The Battle of Rhythm has just begun! [Verse 4] Pulling out the M-Pulse, cooking the device, Gonna make a quick choice, gotta roll the dice. Toggle to the left—yeah, the healing waves start, Mending up the squad, putting life in their heart. A deployable aura keeping everyone right, We’re sustaining the pressure, extending the fight. [Verse 5] Or I toggle to the right, throw it deep in the choke, Let the soundwaves fracture right through the smoke! Concuss frequency hitting, making 'em shake, Disrupting their setup with the noise that I make. Vyse can complain about the racket I bring, But she can't stop the melody whenever I sing! [Verse 6] Spent four hours in the studio tracking KAY/O's core, Just to sample the machinery and give you some more. I’m the backbone, the DJ, the heart of the squad, Putting pizza on the table while we outplay a god. They can't match the synchronization we find, When the Radiant tempo is mapping my mind. [Interlude] (The music stops completely. Only a heavy, ticking clock-like sub-bass remains. Miks beatboxes a quick, intricate rhythm, building into an overwhelming crescendo...) "Yo, turn the bass all the way up. Let's shake the foundation!" [Bridge] Charging the ultimate, channeling the crown, Unleashing the frequency to tear it all down. Forward arc loaded, the stadium shakes, Watch the shatter and chaos this baseline makes! [Outro] BASSQUAKE! (Massive EDM drop with heavy bass thuds) Knock 'em back! (Pushed away!) Deafen the lines! (Can't hear a thing!) Slow 'em down! (Stuck in the ring!) They’re dizzy on site, yeah, they’re losing the floor, While we lock the round down and we clean up the score. (Music slowly fades into a smooth lo-fi synth outro) Just follow my rhythm... Match my tempo. GG. Match point.
