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Lyrics
[Verse]
Needles drop, vinyl scream, the crowd ignites
Groove sharper than a blade under neon lights
Crossfader slicing through the air like a saber
Kick drum punches, got the sound to savor
[Chorus]
Scratch it, flip it, tables on fire
Hands on the wheels, fuel my desire
The beat’s my canvas, the flow’s my art
Turntables spinning, tearing beats apart
[Verse 2]
Fingers dance on wax, a DJ ballet
Basslines rumble, make the night obey
Echoes of the needle, raw and unrefined
In this rhythm jungle, I’m the king, divine
[Chorus]
Scratch it, flip it, tables on fire
Hands on the wheels, fuel my desire
The beat’s my canvas, the flow’s my art
Turntables spinning, tearing beats apart
[Bridge]
Spin it back, reverse, rewind that truth
Channel through the grooves, unearth the youth
Waves of sound ripple, cutting through the night
Every scratch a spark, turning dark to light
[Verse 3]
Crates full of secrets, digging for gold
Dusty gems whisper stories untold
Battle scars on the platter, warrior’s proof
In the scratch cathedral, we preach the truth
Details
GeneratedMay 28, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, raw beats, hip-hop, turntablism, scratch, scratch-heavy, male vocals
Credits
Prompt by
dj_scribblenuts
dj_scribblenutsModelAria v4
Prompt
rap, scratch, turntablism
