Verse 1
Shockwave in my veins when I step in the line,
Bass kick hits harder than a landmine.
Neon lights blink like they know my name,
Every move I make, I'm rewriting the game.
Voltage in my tone, turn the system red,
I speak in sparks — every word widespread.
No filler, no limit, just a razor spine,
Every bar I drop hits clean — punchline.
Bridge (Melodic Build-Up)
Whispers in the static… rising through the dark,
Heartbeat syncing with the spark.
Hold your breath — feel the climb,
Next drop hits like stopping time.
We rise… we rise… then break the line—
Prepare yourself… punchline.
Chorus
Punchline—light it up, detonate the sound,
When the beat drops low, we shake the whole ground.
Catchy melody slicing through the night air,
Step up, level up — if you’re ready, beware.
Punchline—firestorm, feel it in your spine,
This is more than rhythm… this is design.
Hook (Catchy Repeating Line)
Punch it—drop it—ignite the bassline,
Hit them again with the cold punchline.
Punch it—drop it—control the night,
Every beat I throw is built to strike.
Verse 2
I break rules like I built them first,
Every synth I ride makes the speakers burst.
Movement in the dark like a coded sign,
My rhythm is a weapon, built to align.
Trigger of the night when the tempo bend,
Every second on the beat feels like combat end.
Precision in the hits, like a mastermind,
Bar for bar — I define the punchline.
Bridge (Melodic Build-Up)
Whispers in the static… rising through the dark,
Heartbeat syncing with the spark.
Hold your breath — feel the climb,
Next drop hits like stopping time.
We rise… we rise… then break the line—
Prepare yourself… punchline.
Chorus
Punchline—light it up, detonate the sound,
When the beat drops low, we shake the whole ground.
Catchy melody slicing through the night air,
Step up, level up — if you’re ready, beware.
Punchline—firestorm, feel it in your spine,
This is more than rhythm… this is design.
Hook (Catchy Repeating Line)
Punch it—drop it—ignite the bassline,
Hit them again with the cold punchline.
Punch it—drop it—control the night,
Every beat I throw is built to strike.
Verse 3
King of the floor when the lights go black,
Every drop I bring makes the whole crowd crack.
Built from thunder, coded in pure shine,
I leave echoes in the room—my eternal sign.
Silence before impact, that’s the warning sign,
Then BOOM—here I come with another punchline.
Crowd Chant (Call & Response Style)
Crowd: HEY! HEY! HEY!
Lead: “Punchline!”
Crowd: BREAK THAT LINE!
Lead: “Punchline!”
Crowd: DROP THAT LINE!
Lead: “Punchline!”
All: BRING THAT FIRE ONE MORE TIME!
Nemesy
