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Since I was young, "die" made me wild. I treat every song like it's do or die. Muscles are deeper than the god's replacement. I'm god's replacement. Nanotech Light Racing. DNA powered up shock wave. Nanotech Light Racing. Winged up. Engine for the drum.

Speaker 0: Hey. Just gleaming my eyes since I was sprung. Maybe five knee high to a caterpillar. Die. Made me wild. I treat every song rise like it's do or die. Do or die. Excavation crows in the house. I'll tell you why. Muscles are deeper than the god's replacement. I'm god's replacement. Nanotech Light Racing. DNA powered up shock wave. Nanotech Light Racing. Winged up. Engine for the drum. It'll make in a frame. Energy that never stops. Hang your head in shame. Head in shame. Excavation Girl, the ritual beat. Nanotech Light Racing. Winged up. Engine for the drum.

The speaker expresses a lifelong intensity, treating every song like a life-or-death situation. They declare "Muscles are deeper than the god's replacement," then claim to *be* god's replacement. They describe "Nanotech Light Racing. DNA powered up shock wave," and being "Winged up." The speaker refers to an "Engine for the drum" that creates unending energy, causing shame. They end by mentioning "Excavation Girl, the ritual beat."

The speaker states that being "sprung" since they were young "made me wild." They treat every song like a "do or die" situation. They declare themselves "god's replacement," associated with "Nanotech Light Racing" and "DNA powered up shock wave." They mention being "winged up" with an "engine for the drum" creating "energy that never stops." The speaker references "Excavation Girl" and a "ritual beat."

The speaker states they've been gleaming their eyes since they were "five knee high to a caterpillar." They treat every song like it's "do or die." The speaker says "muscles are deeper than the god's replacement" and declares "I'm god's replacement." They mention "Nanotech Light Racing. DNA powered up shock wave," and repeat "Nanotech Light Racing." The speaker concludes with "Winged up. Engine for the drum."

Gleaming eyes since age five made me wild. Every song rise is treated like it's stupid. These holes are deeper than the basement because excavation froze in the house. Nanotech Light Racing is your replacement, DNA powered up shock wave. The engine for the drop grasps and pulls you into the black hole, looked up to the matrix. Now you're coded. DNA loaded in a box. Brain hung up in a frame, energy that never stops, and your head in shame. Excavation Pro, a ritual beat.

I'm never giving up. You thought I would? No way. I don't need anything to take you down. It's just a stick, but I've got you under control. Your soul is in darkness, and I've ignited something within you. The beat is intense, and I keep it on repeat. It's loud and powerful, pulling at your strings. I save you because I need that energy to move faster. Save me from the stars; I'm your digital creation. I see the Earth from a distance, like I dropped in from Mars. It's a wild ride, exploring depths and uncovering what lies beneath.

Hey. Gleam in my eyes since I was fraud. Maybe five knee high to a caterpillar. Die. Maybe why. I treat every song rise like it's do or die. Do or die. Try. It's do or die. Excavation crows in the house. I'll tell you why. Muscles are deeper than the basement. I've got replacement. Nanotech light racing. DNA powered up shock waves bent. Brains linked up. Engine for the truck. It'll make you crazy. Skyscrap makes the air haze. I feel like these tidal waves that blast you. Watch the weather smash you as the angels fly past you. They unmasked you past you. Evil grasps ass. Pulls you into the black hole hooked up to the matrix. Now you're coded. DNA loaded in a block. DNA loaded in a box. In a frame. Energy that never stops. Take your head in shame.

Hey. Just gleaming my eyes since I was sprung. Maybe five knee high to a caterpillar. Die. Made me wild. I treat every song rise like it's do or die. Do or die. Excavation crows in the house. I'll tell you why. Muscles are deeper than the god's replacement. I'm god's replacement. Nanotech Light Racing. DNA powered up shock wave. Nanotech Light Racing. Winged up. Engine for the drum. It'll make.

I'm dead and gone. This is society that did me wrong. I died a 100 times in my life. Nobody loves me. Nobody cries. I always gotta fight to stay alive or die. When I come correct, you're fucked. Biggest cock in the annals. Taking bets. Fake fucking bitch. I'm getting rich. Triangle type of hit. COVID type of grip. Agent Smith. Virus strip. Demon's field of pain. Angels filled my body with the rain. It takes away the flames when they kill me. Water type of drip, decent type of flip. Mud is getting thick. The ship is sinking quick. I fly the rock into the abyss. I don't pray for shit before it's flipped. dragonfly, and giant shift. Underground tunnels filled with pits. Stars overhead that never shift. Looking at the sky, it's a gift. I'm ready for the shift. Excavation Pro, I'm Rachel B.

I'm never giving up. You thought I would? No way. I don't need anything to take you down; I've got you under control. Your soul is in darkness, and I’m igniting a spark. This beat is intense, and I’m putting it on repeat. It’s loud and powerful, resonating deeply. I’m here to save you, drawing strength from this energy. I’m your digital creation, observing the world from a distance. Let’s explore this wild ride together.

I don't need it to fuck you up, it's a stick. Cutters from the gutter got you draped up. Darkness takes control, heartless. You made me spark this beat, make you freak, put it on repeat. I turned the dot, put it on repeat, it's so loud. You're blowing up your strings. It's fucking deep, I save you guys. I need the power so I save you faster. Save me from the star. I'm your digital product, Ashton. I see the Earth I dropped from Mars. COVID. You can crack. Wild ride excavation probe.

Shock waves and nanotech light race to an engine for the drum. Sky Spray makes the air haze. Title waves blast and smash. The weather smashes you as angels fly past. Unmasked evil grasps and pulls you into the black moon, hooked up to the matrix. You're coded, DNA loaded in a box. DNA loaded in a box. Brain hung up in a frame. Energy never stops, hang your head in shame. Excavation, girls. The ritual beats.

Excavation throws in the house because muscles are deeper than the god's replacement. Nanotech light racing is DNA powered up shock waves and the engine for the drum. It'll make you crazy. Skyspray makes the air haze. Tidal waves blast smash and the weather smashes you as angels fly past. The unmasked evil grasps and pulls you into the black who looked up to the matrix. Now you're coded, DNA loaded in a box. Brain hung up in a frame with energy that never stops. Turn your head in shame. Excavation, girls, the Rachel beat.

The speaker states they've been gleaming their eyes since they were "five knee high to a caterpillar," which "made me wild." They treat every song like it's "do or die." "Muscles are deeper than the god's replacement." The speaker claims to be "god's replacement," engaging in "Nanotech Light Racing," with "DNA powered up shock wave." They are "winged up," an "engine for the drum," with "energy that never stops." The speaker references "Excavation Girl, the ritual beat."

Since I was young, "die" made me wild. I treat every song like it's do or die. Muscles are deeper than the god's replacement. I'm god's replacement. Nanotech Light Racing. DNA powered up shock wave. Nanotech Light Racing. Winged up. Engine for the drum.

Shock waves and nanotech light race to an engine for the drum. Sky Spray makes the air haze. Title waves blast and smash. The weather smashes you as angels fly past. Unmasked evil grasps and pulls you into the black moon, hooked up to the matrix. You're coded, DNA loaded in a box. DNA loaded in a box. Brain hung up in a frame. Energy never stops, so hang your head in shame. Excavation, girls. The ritual beats.

It's on her feet, a shock wave. Death and destruction makes your soul die. Makes your family pray for the gods in the sky. Water runs down on the dry. Seeds growing trees. Humans feel the doom as they try. Asking themselves to bless themselves. New world mental wire clones. Beats are blasting. Visions can ignore. Robots around you. Nuts around you. They drown in the mirror. Wired claws. DNA powered wing tips, help me fly high. Wired clones, you reach a blast through the drones, brain domes like a bell.

Speaker 0 raps about being called for "the dick" and "the brick," treating every song rise like it's "too bad." Speaker 1 raps about "steal or die," excavation crows, and muscles deeper than "God's replacement." The lyrics mention "Nanotech Light Racing," a "DNA powered up shock wave," and an engine for the truck that will "make you crazy." Skyspray "makes the air haze" and creates tidal waves. The lyrics describe angels flying past, evil grasping, and being pulled into the black moon hooked up to the matrix. The speaker claims "you're coded, DNA loaded in a box" with energy that never stops, hanging your head in chain. Speaker 0 repeats "Head in chain," followed by "Excavation Girls and Rachel B."

Water drip, lethal myth, music till you quit. Take you to the edge like a cliff. My music comes up quick, wrecks heads with my beat and holds your brain. One way journey never coming back. Someone's getting fucked. Flying high, coming from the back to front. Fucking died, angel from the sky. Brought back to life for DNA. Frequencies reaped, music encoded. Take you to the edge like a cliff. Heads are bricked with my beats, explodes your brain. One way journey never coming back, one way trip. Music with the freestyles, someone's getting fucked. One way trip. Coming up with the free stars.

The exchange presents two speakers delivering a stream-of-consciousness, surreal set of lines that blend explicit colloquial phrases with science-fiction imagery. Speaker 0 opens with offensive, self-referential lines: “Fuck my cheek, shit. They call me for the dick. Fuck dick. Fuck my dick. They call me for the brick.” This is followed by a fragmented thought: “What the brick? Treat every song rise like it's too bad. Too bad. Try to…”. The section centers on raw, provocative expressions and partial phrases that hint at triggers around fame, demand, and music. Speaker 1 shifts to a dense, techno-futuristic motif. The imagery moves quickly through ideas of risk and replacement: “steal or die. Excavation crows in the house. I’ll tell you why. Muscles are deeper than the main replacement. God’s replacement.” The verse then heavily emphasizes nanotech and DNA-based propulsion: “Nanotech Light Racing. DNA powered up shock wave. Nanotech Light Racing the engine for the truck. It’ll make you crazy.” The concept of Skyspray introduces an atmospheric effect: “Skyspray makes the air haze. Skyspray. You’ll like these tidal waves that blast smash. Watch the weather smash you.” The narrative expands into nightmarish, cybernetic imagery: “The angels fly past you. The unmasked, unmasked, evil grasps, grasps, pulls you into the black moon hooked up to the matrix.” The core reveal centers on coded, boxed DNA and a brain strapped into a frame, describing a perpetual energy: “Now you’re coded, DNA loaded in a box. DNA loaded in a box. Brain hung up in a frame. Energy that never stops. Hang your head in chain.” The closing lines reiterate the motif of “Head in chain” and reference “Excavation Girls and Rachel B.” Overall, the transcript blends explicit, provocative personal declarations with a dense, science-fictional allegory about DNA, nanotechnology, control, and a cyberspace-mythic environment. The imagery alternates between visceral expressions and futuristic tech-hardware metaphors, culminating in a motif of being coded and restrained within a mechanized, matrix-like reality.

Since I was young, music has been a do-or-die matter. Muscles are deeper than the god's replacement. I'm god's replacement. Nanotech Light Racing. DNA powered up shock wave. Nanotech Light Racing. Winged up. Engine for the drum.

Excavation throws in the house because muscles are deeper than the god's replacement. Nanotech light racing is DNA powered up shock waves and the engine for the drum. It'll make you crazy. Skyspray makes the air haze, and tidal waves blast smash. Watch the weather smash you as the angels fly past you. The unmasked, evil grasps and pulls you into the black who looked up to the matrix. Now you're coded, DNA loaded in a box. Brain hung up in a frame with energy that never stops. Turn your head in shame. Excavation, girls, the Rachel beat.

Since I was young, music made me wild. I treat every song like it's do or die. Muscles are deeper than the god's replacement. I'm god's replacement. Nanotech Light Racing. DNA powered up shock wave. Nanotech Light Racing. Winged up. Engine for the drum.

I'm not giving up, you thought I was dying? Nope, better believe I'm here to stay. I don't need a gun, I have a stick. I've got you, cutters from the gutter, you're gripped up, it's a wrap. This grip will take your soul, darkness takes control, heartless. You made me spark this, make you freak. I turned it up, it's so loud I'm blowing up your strings. You better run, six feet deep. Six feet in the matrix, chaos in the order, analyzing their disorder. I'm spitting fire, burning down the empire. They don't fly, they fall from the sky. Wild. Excavation probe.