Displace space,
beats disgrace place
and time, face
climb. Nut case,
fist raised to
chase disgrace.
Change the bass
line, up tempo pace.
Beats laced, chimed,
faced, climbed, raised.
Change the bass.
Up tempo pace.
Up tempo pace.
UP TEMPO PACE.
It’s a volume race,
and yours is no disgrace.
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