Crisp lines, sharp cuts, walkin' through the vibes,
Threads clean, like fresh prints, bringin' the tribe,
Fabric intertwined with the sound, so sleek,
Fashion got a rhythm, foot tappin' on the beat.
Patterns and tunes, in harmony they jam,
Strut the runway, rock the mic, goin' Bam!
From the stitches to the chords, blendin' fine,
Got style in my step, rhythm in the rhyme.
Rockin' the seams and the bars, flexin' bold,
Threads look cold, music's pure gold,
Fashion and beats, intertwined like a braid,
Catch that wave, both worlds serenade.
High-tops to the rooftops, the style's supreme,
Bassline thumpin', fabric shinin' like a dream,
Designs and notes, they dance in unison,
Color poppin', melody droppin', fusion has begun.
Threads sizzlin', beats drizzlin' onto the scene,
Walk the fault line of that rhythm so mean,
Patterns on my shirt matchin' with the flow,
Every step, every note, a story they show.
Rockin' the seams and the bars, flexin' bold,
Threads look cold, music's pure gold,
Fashion and beats, intertwined like a braid,
Catch that wave, both worlds serenade.