Bratishka & Rush
Bratishka Bratishka
Rush Rush
Bratishka Bratishka
Yo, ever notice how a killer beat and a killer sprint give the same buzz? I’m thinking we could drop a street‑race rap battle and see who really owns that adrenaline rush.
Rush Rush
Sounds sick, man. I’m all about that instant rush. Bring the beats, bring the speed, let’s fire it off—first to drop the sickest rhyme wins the street title. Ready? Let's go!
Bratishka Bratishka
Alright, hit me with your best flow, and I’ll make the beat bounce so hard it feels like a marathon. Let’s see who’s really got the street title, bro. Bring it!
Rush Rush
Yo, I’m the heat that never quits, every line’s a sprint, every rhyme a kick, Drop the bass, feel the pulse, I run the track, no pause, no chill. Your beat’s a marathon, but I’m already sprinting at the finish line.