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Soundclash Master

[Intro] Work (One, two, three, four) Work (One, two, three, four) Work, work, work (One, two, three, four) [Pre-Hook] (One, two, three, four, five, six, do it!) [Hook] I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya [Pre-Hook] Four, three, two, one (Yeah!) [Hook] I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya [Pre-Hook] One, two, three, four One, two, three, four One, two, three, four One, two, three, four [Hook] I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya Clashing-clashing I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I-I-I I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya I saw 'em clashing, I can't hear ya [Outro] One, two, three, four One, two, three, four One, two, three, four One, two, three, four It's the stage, the battle's on, We don’t fight with words—our moves are strong. Every step, every beat, every hit, From the floor to the sky, we commit. Toprock, I step to the beat, upright, Like I'm walkin' on air, ready for flight. Smooth and swift, I'm carving my space, Setting the stage, I’m runnin’ this race. Downrock—now I drop to the floor, Flowin' so clean, but I’m ready for war. Rhythmic flourishes, spin with finesse, Every motion a calculated success. The crowd feels the energy rise, It’s a battle, see the fire in my eyes. Lockin’, krumpin', with every snap, It’s not just a dance—it's a combat trap. We move, we break, we spin, we freeze, Flowin’ through the air like a summer breeze. From the top to the ground, from the power to the pop, The stage is ours—we never stop. In the battle zone, we take control, Every motion speaks, every move unfolds. Power moves—I'm flyin’ through space, Spinnin' like a cyclone, full of grace. Acrobatics, it's a sight to behold, I'm a whirlwind of skill, my story’s told. Freeze—time stops, mid-spin, mid-air, Frozen in motion, you stop and stare. Muscle tight, I hold the pose, Dramatic pause, and then I flow. Lock it up, let’s burst, let’s pop, Sharp and tight, till the beat drop. Combat killer with that popping snap, Precision moves, it’s a victory map. Boogaloo, I’m an illusion in space, Bendin' reality, changin' the pace. I twist, I turn, like I’m made of smoke, You can't predict my next stroke. BG Breaking, I improvise on the spot, Think you got me? Nah, you forgot. We move, we break, we spin, we freeze, Flowin’ through the air like a summer breeze. From the top to the ground, from the power to the pop, The stage is ours—we never stop. In the battle zone, we take control, Every motion speaks, every move unfolds. Krump it out with fire and heat, Aggressive, raw, can’t compete. Muscle burst with that final strike, One move ends the fight. We danced, we battled, we owned the floor, But this stage? It's callin' for more. Freeze one last time—victory pose, Lights dim down, and the story’s closed. [Fade Out] [End] dim down, and the story’s closed. [Fade Out] [End] One, two, three, four One, two, three, four One, two, three, four One, two, three, four