[Shattered Image by multiple bands of collage, distorted colours, double exposed] Catch it, catch the beat Do it to me, and I'll do it to you Catch it, catch it, catch the beat Do it to me, and I'll do it to you (Say what?) To the break Just keep the same old beat

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