Cult of SNAP!

Beat to the brain like a bullet from a sniper
When the loser smooth like a cruiser
Beat the beat down i’m the big bruiser
On to off to off on and on
This is the new-new breed of rap song
To the t.O.P tes the top i rock the spot hot
To be or not to be yes it’ll be mc turbo b
(yes to the groove yes it’s party)
Peace of mind
Time to unwind
Trip and dip slip the hip now grip
To the techno house of hip
Because this is the cult of snap
Hard to hold it’s burning cold
We make the jam broke the mold so it can’t be sold
Took the vic stolen taken
Move to the groove dancefloor shakin'
Up and down you’re spinning around
You check the sound, hands in the air, feet on the ground
Party hard, hard not to party moving close (body to body)
I for one the only son the only child
Not mild but the kid is wild
Code name is turbo b
Jam, jump, jump, jump, jump, and jam
The cult of snap
And snap is in command
To the point correct and exact
This is the cult of snap