Bachi bachi, neon blade slice the night,
808 kick like a yakuza fight,
Lean in the whip, sakura drip,
Phonk in my veins, let the bass lip.
Tokyo ghosts in my rearview glow,
MC RD spit fire, sushi raw flow,
Drift thru Shibuya, tires scream “Banzai!”
Explicit tempo, make the underworld rise.
Bachi bachi, karma clock tick,
Gun-metal synths, make the midnight sick;
We don’t sleep, we haunt the beat—
Phonk bachi bachi, repeat, repeat.