Lyrics
Under the neon, where the shadows grow tall,
Graffiti on the brick, writing on the wall.
Skull with the green band, eyes like the night,
Mandrakela stepping in the electric light.
From the studio floor to the top of the hill,
Zahaar on the track, yeah, we bringing the chill.
Phonk in the system, hear the bass rattle,
Soldiers of the night, we winning the battle.
Mandrakela! (Phonk!)
Zahaar Studio, let the bass go!
Mandrakela! (Phonk!)
Watch the purple thunder in the dark show!
Drop the cowbell, let it ring true!
Mandrakela coming for you!
Mandrakela coming for you!
Brazilian colors on the skull's head wrap,
Mapping out the rhythm on the neon map.
Dark glasses hiding what the dead-eye sees,
Drifting through the blocks with the greatest of ease.
Purple haze rising, thick like the sound,
Breaking all the rules when the skull's around.
Zahaar Studio, we the kings of the dark,
Igniting the fuse, providing the spark.
Mandrakela! (Phonk!)
Zahaar Studio, let the bass go!
Mandrakela! (Phonk!)
Watch the purple thunder in the dark show!
Drop the cowbell, let it ring true!
Mandrakela coming for you!
Mandrakela coming for you!
(Zahaar Studio... we out.)
(Mandrakela.)
(Fade to black.)
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