He is my space jam, a slamming maze of funky beats,
heavy highs, smoking rhymes, smooth vibes.

His groovy feet a place of amazing palaces, rotating,
vibrating, cracking chests and chemistry.

Bones of breaking basslines, grinding muscles, veins lost
in crazy downbeats.

Hips spinning in sight, breathing in the hypnotizing flow.
The dose of diction rising into the air, swirling and splashing,
reversing and fast-forwarding

Engine eyes crunk, creeping into captivating scenes.
shoulders slinging, singing, dropping dances moves
in the midnight magic.