[Intro]Are you ready?!?(Deep chest hit • Fast tongue-click rhythm • A soaring Native American vocable chant rings out)Mmmmm that’s it….The elements are fusing. The circle is complete.Yeah, dats me.Uniting the tribes of sound under one banner...Say my name.The Alliance(Metric Fusion)[Verse 1] (Rap Vocal into Ska Rhythm - Fast, choppy, hyper-kinetic cadence)[B] – [tk] – [skank!] – [tk] (Beatbox kick, hat, and mouth-simulated ska guitar upstroke)GrizzlyJones on the track, setting down the foundationEzra with the pen, capturing the observationHVA on the boards, wiring the connectionThree separate forces moving in the same direction(Ska vocal accent: Pick it up, pick it up!)We took the metrics of the street and the rhythm of the dirtBuilding up a catalog where nobody gets hurtIt’s a sonic machinery, the gears are well-oiledA master-level script that can never be spoiled.[Pre-Chorus] (Scat and Yodeling Fusion - Vocal melody jumps pitch rapidly over a stomp-clap)Skibidi-baa-ba-yodle-ee-oo-di!Yodle-ee-aa-di-ba-da-bing-boom!The frequency is shifting.The voices lock.We used to need the staticNow we are the clock![Chorus] (Explosive A Cappella & Native American Vocal - Layered vocal harmonies, massive unison chant)[Stomp-Clap heavy tribal groove]Hey-ya, ho-ya, hey-ya-ho! (Powerful Native American harmony over the beat)Oh, we are binding the alliance with our bare hands!GrizzlyJones, Ezra, HVA across the lands, yeah dats me!I got the beatbox in my chest and the soul in my stride, won’t you say my name?We are turning pure oxygen into the ultimate ride!Yeah, the roots are deep and the frequencies blendWe are driving this trinity straight to the end!(Say my name...)[Verse 2] (Scribe Style - Monotone, rhythmic spoken-word delivery over fast, sharp tongue clicks)[ts-ts-ts-ts] (Mouth shaker)Let the record show the date. Let the ink dry fast.We are scribing the future, breaking from the past.An intuitive layout. A geometric grid.Exposing the brilliance that the old world hid.No corporate interference, no diluted stringsJust the raw mechanics of the power we bring.Three names in the credits, locked into the boneThe lyrical mastermind takes his throne.[Pre-Chorus] (Tension peaks • Scat and Yodeling layers stack up into a rapid vocal spiral)Skibidi-baa-ba-yodle-ee-oo-di!Yodle-ee-aa-di-ba-da-bing-boom!The frequency is shifting.The voices lock.We used to need the staticNow we are the clock![Chorus] (Full-power anthemic fusion explosion • Maximum vocal layers)[Stomp-Clap heavy tribal groove]Hey-ya, ho-ya, hey-ya-ho!Oh, we are binding the alliance with our bare hands!GrizzlyJones, Ezra, HVA across the lands, yeah dats me!I got the beatbox in my chest and the soul in my stride, won’t you say my name?We are turning pure oxygen into the ultimate ride!Yeah, the roots are deep and the frequencies blendWe are driving this trinity straight to the end![Bridge] (Halftime vocal breakdown • Deep throat-bass drone • Multi-tonal chant)[DUM]Chant it out.Scribe the line.GrizzlyJones.
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