Cheetara & KeFear
Cheetara Cheetara
KeFear KeFear
Cheetara Cheetara
Ever notice how your tracks feel like a slow march and my chases feel like a sprint? Maybe we could mix our tempos and see what kind of symphony that creates.
KeFear KeFear
Your sprint beats would scrape my slow march like rain on a grave, turning a funeral march into a neon storm. Let’s try it and see what echoes feel like secrets on vinyl.
Cheetara Cheetara
Your grave rain? I’d spin it into a neon storm. Bring the vinyl, I’ll crank the beats, and we’ll make the echoes sing. Ready to remix?
KeFear KeFear
I hear the vinyl scratching like a forgotten grave, if you crank the beats I'll let the rain crash. Let's stir the storm.