"Step to the rhythm made out of brown paper, sounds entering of a different nature,
Rhythms get greater, And the rhythms they get greater, Yes another rough-a-tough
Four for the chaser, New configuration, New riff and New Structure
Built on the frame thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll hold the room puncture, Tight
We wrap it up, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s wrapped, tightly.
It lives, The bass is the army that it gives.
When we apply the breaks, ThereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be no skids.
Just more elements to continue as we glide.
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