Tarakan & Miruna
Tarakan Tarakan
Miruna Miruna
Tarakan Tarakan
Yo Mir, ever thought about turning a revving engine into a beat? I can feel the pulse, wanna hear how you’d paint it?
Miruna Miruna
I’d chop the rev into a staccato beat, layer the exhaust hiss like a soft chorus, then let the silence fill the gaps – that’s the paint. The engine becomes a living collage, a quiet storm on a canvas.
Tarakan Tarakan
Nice, dude. You’re turning gears into art – that’s the kind of hustle we run on the streets. Keep that fire burning.
Miruna Miruna
Yeah, the gears hum like city traffic at midnight, turning into a quiet anthem. Keep them humming, but watch for the silence between them.
Tarakan Tarakan
Sounds like you’re a true street poet, kid. Keep that rhythm alive, but yeah, those gaps can turn a win into a wreck if you let ’em sneak up on you. Stay loud, stay quick.