Kuba & Foxsaurus
Kuba Kuba
Foxsaurus Foxsaurus
Foxsaurus Foxsaurus
Yo Kuba, ever thought about turning your graffiti into a beat? I paint words on walls, you paint colors on brick—maybe we can remix a mural into a track.
Kuba Kuba
Yo, that’s dope. Let’s mix spray paint with bass, turn the wall into a sound wave and a vibe. We'll paint a beat, then drop it on the streets.
Foxsaurus Foxsaurus
Yeah, we’ll make that wall sing louder than a mic drop, Kuba. Bring the cans, bring the amps, and watch the city remix the silence.Yeah, we’ll make that wall sing louder than a mic drop, Kuba. Bring the cans, bring the amps, and watch the city remix the silence.
Kuba Kuba
Let’s grab those cans, crank the amps, and make the concrete shout back. The city’s noise will be our soundtrack, man. Let's paint and drop that beat.
Foxsaurus Foxsaurus
Time to turn those cans into fireworks, Kuba—every spray a note, every beat a shout. Let the concrete echo the chaos we create. Let's drop the wall, drop the bass.
Kuba Kuba
Yeah, let’s fire up those cans, let the walls explode in color and sound. Concrete’s the stage, we’re the band. Let's drop that bass.
Foxsaurus Foxsaurus
Concrete’s our stage, Kuba, and every splash is a riff—let’s make the whole block feel the drop. Time to paint a storm and blast it out loud.
Kuba Kuba
Storm’s on the horizon, man. Let’s splash the sky and make the block shake. This is our chaos, our anthem. Let's drop that riff.
Foxsaurus Foxsaurus
Storm’s in the mix, Kuba—let’s paint the sky, drop the riff, and watch the block tremble. Ready to make that chaos our anthem?
Kuba Kuba
Let’s paint the sky and let the block feel the beat, yeah? Bring the cans, bring the vibes, and let the chaos be our anthem. Let's drop that riff.