[Verse] Sneaking 'round the corner, clutchin' neon beats, Tape decks loaded, secrets in the streets. Backyard shadows, scribbled notes and lines, Trading punk anthems like we're robbing mines. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers crack the silence, static in the air, Every busted cassette holds a dare. [Chorus] Spin it, scratch it, punk kids unite! Mixtape rebels, fight the good fight. Tape it, trade it, roll the dice high, Behind the gym where the outcasts fly. [Verse] Junkyard rhythms, broken strings and sneers, Mismatched leather jackets, fuel for our careers. Bassline thumping, chaos in our hands, Ripping through the silence of the weighted plans. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers crack the silence, static in the air, Every busted cassette holds a dare. [Chorus] Spin it, scratch it, punk kids unite! Mixtape rebels, fight the good fight. Tape it, trade it, roll the dice high, Behind the gym where the outcasts fly. [Bridge] No radios, no charts, just whispered scars, Trading memories taped between the bars. Laughing at the system that says we’re out of tune, Our mixtape kingdom under the moon. [Chorus] Spin it, scratch it, punk kids unite! Mixtape rebels, fight the good fight. Tape it, trade it, roll the dice high, Behind the gym where the outcasts fly. [Chorus] Spin it, scratch it, punk kids unite! Mixtape rebels, fight the good fight. Tape it, trade it, roll the dice high, Behind the gym where the outcasts fly. [Outro] Behind the gym, where the silence cracks, We’re the tape-dealing, rule-breaking outcasts.