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Spirit engine ignite, feel the surge,
Wheel hum sync, every twist and swerve.
Ops try to chase but they hit the curve,
Cowbells bang, neon flames preserve.
Aura glow bright, like a fire I serve,
Blade swings sharp, destiny I conserve.
Step in my lane? Better rethink your nerve,
I’m the ronin drift — nothing left to observe.
Wheel charged up, heart beat in rhythm,
Shadow trails dance like a phantom prism.
Ops see sparks but can’t read the schism,
Every drift precise, cutting through the system.
Neon lights flicker, aura cascade,
Cowbells hit soft, then the bass invade.
Blade hum sings, night serenade,
I vanish quick, mission fully played.
Spirit surge bright, wheels carve the night,
Ops freeze fast, can’t handle the fight.
Every cut clean, every jump tight,
I’m the drift ronin, born for the rite.
Spirit engine ignite, feel the surge,
Wheel hum sync, every twist and swerve.
Ops try to chase but they hit the curve,
Cowbells bang, neon flames preserve.
