Gangsta & Lorelaith
Gangsta Gangsta
Lorelaith Lorelaith
Lorelaith Lorelaith
You ever think the city’s noise is a secret score, waiting for a rebellious brush to turn it into art?
Gangsta Gangsta
Yo, every siren and honk is a beat I crave, just waiting for my spray cans to drop a sick track on the walls.
Lorelaith Lorelaith
So you’re turning sirens into a soundtrack, huh? Just remember the walls might drop their own verse back at you.
Gangsta Gangsta
Yeah, the walls always got a line to drop. I just paint over theirs and keep the beat bumpin.
Lorelaith Lorelaith
You drop your paint, but the walls echo back a counterbeat. Keep an ear open – they might want a remix.
Gangsta Gangsta
Right, I’ll keep my headphones on and let the graffiti spit back at me. If the walls want a remix, I’ll drop the next verse.
Lorelaith Lorelaith
So you’ll be the DJ for the walls—just watch out, they’ve got a knack for stealing the mic. Keep the remix coming, and let the graffiti keep the beat alive.
Gangsta Gangsta
Hell yeah, the walls keep the mic, I just keep the beat fresh. We'll remix it nonstop so the city never stays quiet.
Lorelaith Lorelaith
Sounds like the city’s become your studio, walls the backing track, and you the soloist—just make sure the chorus doesn’t outgrow the verse. Keep mixing, keep listening.