Hyper-Sweet

Hypnotic.

Rhythmic.

Heavy!

(Deep, reverberating bass hit)

Go!

Spit it out, bite it down, teeth like glass,

Moving in the fast lane, way too fast.

Neon laser flashes floating in the air,

Electric static running through my hair.

Got a pocket full of power, got a hand full of heat,

Everybody's begging for a heavy-hitting treat!

Mixing desk melting from the bass-line I drink,

Can't stop, won't stop, don't even blink!

Glitching out the speakers with a carbonated flow,

Turn the volume up, watch the subwoofers blow.

Driving heavy basslines got me bouncing off the wall,

Higher than a satellite, I’m never gonna fall.

Feel the pressure building up beneath our feet,

Get ready for the rhythm when the frequencies meet.

One, two, three, dial up the heat,

Give me that, give me that—(Pitched-down vocal chop:) H-H-Heavy—Beat!

Heavy-tempo, electric rush,

Crushing up the rhythm till the systems crush!

Carbonated, automated, glowing in the dark,

Light me up, strike me up, I am the spark!Heavy-tempo, can't slow it down,

We are running neon all across this town!

(Ultra-fast, aggressive synthesizer melodies chopping up with rapid, deep 808 kicks and hardstyle snare fills.)

Voltage spiking high, we are breaking the scale,

Riding on a wave that is never gonna fail.

Static in the bloodstream, power in the lungs,

Singing out the anthem with a million different tongues!

Driving heavy basslines got me bouncing off the wall,

Higher than a satellite, I’m never gonna fall.

Feel the pressure building up beneath our feet,

Get ready for the rhythm when the frequencies meet.

One, two, three, dial up the heat,

Give me that, give me that—(Pitched-down vocal chop:) H-H-Heavy—Beat!

Heavy-tempo, electric rush,

Crushing up the rhythm till the systems crush!

Carbonated, automated, glowing in the dark,

Light me up, strike me up, I am the spark!

Heavy-tempo, can't slow it down,

We are running neon all across this town!

(Music slows down drastically into half-time, vocals sound warped, deep, and dizzy)

Chewing on the cables... Looking for the fuse...

With a bassline like this,

We got nothing left to lose.

(Sound of a massive 808 sub-drop, tempo instantly snaps back to 160 BPM)

RESET!

Heavy-tempo, electric rush,

Crushing up the rhythm till the systems crush!

Carbonated, automated, glowing in the dark,

Light me up, strike me up, I am the spark!Heavy-tempo, can't slow it down,

We are running neon all across this town!

Hypnotic. Hypnotic.

Hypnotic.

System overload.

(Sound of subwoofers ramping up and a heavy power bass-out)

Heavy Beat