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Shadow in the smoke…
Wheel hum… blade glow…
Ronin in the drift lane—
Ayo, activate the war mode…
I slide like a ghost in the neon mist,
Ronin on the wheel—yeah, the drift too crisp.
Mask down tight when the warzone hits,
If they talk too loud then the steel gon’ hiss.
Skrrt— I’m gone in a flick of a wrist,
Cowbells knock when the bassline twist.
EUC charged, that’s a cosmic kick—
I’m a phonk-born ninja with a deathmatch script.
Yeah I glide through the city like a glitch in time,
Infrared sight, keep the lock-on prime.
Ops stay shook when they hear that chime,
’Cause the cowbells hit like a battle-sent sign.
No brakes—just flames off the tire spin,
Shadow seals burn—feel the power kick in.
Cosmic in the heart but I fight full sin,
If they breach my zone, that’s a quick fold-in.
Drip too sharp like a forged katana,
Energy wild like a rogue Kurama.
Every turn I hit got a lethal karma,
Phonk in my veins—I'm a drift Yokozuna.
I slide like a ghost in the neon mist,
Ronin on the wheel—yeah, the drift too crisp.
Mask down tight when the warzone hits,
If they talk too loud then the steel gon’ hiss.
Skrrt—disappear with a cosmic flick,
Warzone stamp, that’s a lethal signature.
EUC hum like a ritual script—
Welcome to the drift… Ronin Initiation.
