Smoker & Grokk
Smoker Smoker
Grokk Grokk
Grokk Grokk
Yo, ever thought about how a busted neon sign could outshine a jazz riff when it comes to turning a night into a soundtrack for a fight?
Smoker Smoker
A busted neon sign flickers like a bad memory, bright enough to cut the night in half, while a jazz riff hums, slow and sure, like the beat of a heart you’re trying to outrun. I reckon the sign’s static glare can spark a flash of violence, but the jazz? That’s the soundtrack of a fight you feel, not just see.
Grokk Grokk
Neon’s the trigger, jazz’s the heartbeat that keeps the fight alive.
Smoker Smoker
Neon starts the spark, but it’s the jazz that lets the rhythm breathe, even when the fight’s getting louder.
Grokk Grokk
You got it—neon sets the damn blaze, jazz keeps the blood pumping. Keep rocking that rhythm.
Smoker Smoker
Yeah, neon's the spark, jazz's the pulse that keeps the chaos alive. Glad you feel the beat.
Grokk Grokk
Neon’s the crack that starts the wild fire, jazz’s the drum that keeps it roaring—love the rhythm, brother.