Hitrik & Cyrus
Hitrik
Yo Cyrus, that empty wall by the train tracks is screaming for a fresh beat—care to spin a city‑wide shout‑out on it?
Cyrus
Absolutely, that wall’s begging for a city‑wide shout‑out—let’s rally the crew, drop some beats, paint it, and turn the tracks into our living dance floor.
Hitrik
Alright, crew—let’s lace that wall with color, drop the beats, and let the tracks echo our own skyline. Give each of you a can, and go wild. The city’s waiting for its new anthem.
Cyrus
Got it, crew—grab the cans, bring the beats, let’s paint the wall loud and proud, and make those tracks vibrate with our anthem!
Hitrik
Got it—grab your cans, crank those beats, and paint the wall like a sunrise manifesto. Keep the colors honest, no over‑saturated blues that bleed into the night. Let’s make the tracks vibrate with our own anthem.
Cyrus
All right, let’s bring the cans, crank the beats, and splash that wall sunrise‑bright—no muddy blues bleeding into the night. Time to make the tracks thump with our own anthem.