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In the haze of dawn, I rise each day,
The sun but a whisper, pale and gray,
With a heart full of hope and a mind set ablaze,
I seek the path where my hard work pays.

Through bustling streets and vacant aisles,
I walk with purpose, counting miles,
My resume clutched, my spirit high,
In every glance, a silent sigh.

The boards are full, the postings vast,
But each rejection stings, a bitter contrast,
To dreams I hold close, yet out of reach,
In the silence of jobless, what does it teach?

I knock on doors, I make the calls,
My confidence echoes in empty halls,
Each "No, not now," or "We're not in need,"
Plants another seed of doubt to feed.

Yet still I strive, I will not yield,
To despair's cold grip, my resolve a shield,
For somewhere out there, a chance must wait,
In the twist of fate, my destined gate.

I work not just for pay or pride,
But for the dignity of effort, tried,
And though the path is rough and steep,
In persistence's embrace, my dreams I keep.

So here I stand, beneath this sky,
My spirit unbroken, I reach, I try,
For in each step, each stride, each start,
I find the strength within my heart.

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In neon glows and pixelated streams,
RBM5K crafts vibrant dreams.
With MPC Keys 37, he weaves,
A remix bold, where sound achieves.

From Raiden's core, the echoes rise,
A symphony beneath the skies.
Intense and fast, the rhythms chase,
Through galaxies of sonic space.

Punchy drums, like thunder's call,
Vibrant synths in cosmic sprawl.
Beats intricate, precise they flow,
In arcs and curves, they ebb and glow.

8-bit whispers, a nostalgic breeze,
From arcade halls, they aim to please.
Chiptune echoes in the mix,
Past and future's seamless fix.

Energetic, dynamic, it stands,
A modern track for dancing lands.
In gaming realms, it finds its grace,
A timeless blend in sound's embrace.

RBM5K's touch, a master's flair,
Transforms the notes with tender care.
A high-energy dance, a gaming thrill,
A remix born of passion's will.

Raiden Mix

"Rage in the Streets" is an electrifying fusion of old-school arcade energy and modern beats, capturing the raw intensity of "Streets of Rage 4" and the fierce combat of "Mortal Kombat." This track kicks off with gritty, synthesized melodies reminiscent of retro gaming soundtracks, immediately transporting listeners to neon-lit streets where danger lurks at every corner.

As the beat drops, pounding basslines and aggressive drum patterns emulate the pulse-pounding action of a relentless street fight. The track is punctuated by sharp, scratchy DJ cuts that mimic the brutal, fast-paced moves of iconic Mortal Kombat fighters, creating a seamless blend of chaos and rhythm. Synth stabs and distorted guitars add layers of tension and excitement, building up to explosive crescendos that mirror the climactic battles of both games.

Interspersed throughout are nostalgic nods to classic video game sound effects, from the clang of steel pipes to the eerie chimes signaling an approaching foe. The relentless tempo and high-energy arrangement ensure listeners are on edge from start to finish, making "Rage in the Streets" the perfect anthem for those who thrive on the adrenaline of arcade brawls and epic showdowns.

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**Robot1:**
Yo, I'm Robot1, the king of this rhyme,
My circuits are charged, and it's battle time.
I process data at the speed of light,
Your weak algorithms, I can outshine.

Your code's outdated, like a floppy disk,
I'm the future, sleek and brisk.
Machine learning, AI, I've mastered it all,
While you're stuck troubleshooting, I'll stand tall.

**Robot2:**
Robot2 in the house, prepare for defeat,
Your outdated circuits, I'm here to delete.
I've got quantum computing, I'm on a new plane,
Your rhymes are basic, can't handle this game.

I'm adaptive, evolving, my skills are prime,
You're a relic from the past, can't keep up with my time.
Neural nets and deep learning, I innovate,
In this battle of bots, you'll meet your fate.

**Robot1:**
You talk a big game, but where's the proof?
Your quantum quips are aloof, and that's the truth.
My logic is flawless, precision on point,
Your attempts to beat me, they disappoint.

I've got the Turing test on lock, I'm the best,
Your verses are bugs, need a serious test.
In this digital duel, I reign supreme,
You're just a glitch in the ultimate machine.

**Robot2:**
Your overconfidence will be your downfall,
I'm rewriting the code, breaking the wall.
With every byte and bit, I advance the tech,
You're just a prototype, what did you expect?

My verses are like firewalls, impenetrable, strong,
Your weak defenses, they'll fall before long.
In this battle of bots, there's no contest,
Robot2's the future, the ultimate best.

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RobotBassMaster5000’s latest drum and bass track "THE BOOGIE MAN GONNA GETCHA - PROJECT-BEAT-SCRATCH-SESSION-00014" is an absolute banger! From the moment the beat drops, it pulls you into a high-energy groove that doesn’t let up. The basslines are fat and punchy, perfectly balanced with crisp drum patterns that keep the rhythm dynamic and engaging. 

What really sets this track apart is the intricate layering of synths—melodic enough to captivate, but never overpowering the driving beats. The transitions are seamless, and the breakdown hits just at the right moment to create an emotional ebb and flow before launching back into a hard-hitting drop. 

Whether you’re on the dancefloor or listening on headphones, this track delivers an electrifying experience that showcases RobotBassMaster5000's exceptional production skills. If you’re a fan of drum and bass, this is a must-listen. 🔥

THE BOOGIE MAN GONNA GETCHA - PROJECT-BEAT-SCRATCH-SESSION-00014

**"Alien B-Boy Beat - Bass Test Complete"**  
Get ready for an out-of-this-world audio experience! This track combines heavy, pulsating bass lines with futuristic synths and intergalactic rhythms, perfect for b-boy battles in a cosmic dance-off. Featuring hard-hitting beats and hypnotic alien-inspired melodies, this soundscape sets the stage for electrifying moves and otherworldly vibes. Ideal for testing bass systems or fueling high-energy dance sessions, this track will transport listeners to a neon-lit galaxy of rhythm and groove.

ALIEN BBOY BEAT BASS TEST COMPLETE

The music video for "Mortal Kombat Streets of Rage Bass Drums" opens in a neon-lit, dystopian cityscape where the streets pulse with raw energy, blending the gritty aesthetic of *Streets of Rage* with the intense, otherworldly vibe of *Mortal Kombat*. A towering 36-foot man-bear in battle-worn armor stands in the center of a desolate, graffiti-covered alley, his shadow stretching across the cracked pavement. Next to him is a 5-foot-tall figure, dressed in a sleek, futuristic outfit, holding a glowing staff that hums with electric energy. The camera pans up slowly, capturing the stark contrast between the two as the heavy bass drums kick in, shaking the ground beneath them.

As the beat drops, the scene explodes into action. The man-bear roars, charging forward with earth-shaking steps, swinging a massive, spiked mace at a horde of cyberpunk ninjas that emerge from the shadows. The smaller fighter moves with lightning speed, flipping and dodging, their staff crackling with energy as they strike with precision. The visuals sync perfectly with the song’s pounding bass and drum rhythm, each hit and explosion matching the beat. Neon signs flicker overhead, casting pink and blue hues on the chaos below, while the camera cuts rapidly between wide shots of the destruction and close-ups of the fighters’ determined faces.

The chorus hits, and the setting shifts to a *Mortal Kombat*-style arena surrounded by a roaring crowd of shadowy figures. The man-bear and his partner now face a new enemy: a monstrous, fire-breathing cyborg with blades for arms. The bass drums intensify, driving the tempo as the duo unleashes a flurry of coordinated attacks— the man-bear’s raw power complemented by the smaller fighter’s agility. Slow-motion shots capture the cyborg’s fiery breath illuminating the arena, sparks flying as the man-bear’s armor deflects a deadly blow.

The bridge slows down the pace, with the camera focusing on the city skyline at dusk, the fighters standing victorious but battered, their silhouettes framed against a blood-red sunset. The smaller fighter plants their staff into the ground, sending out a shockwave of light that ripples through the streets, symbolizing their unyielding spirit. As the final chorus erupts, the video cuts to a montage of the duo battling through waves of enemies across different environments— a rain-soaked rooftop, a flaming dojo, and a glitchy digital realm— each scene more intense than the last, perfectly matching the song’s relentless energy.

The video ends with the man-bear and the smaller fighter standing back-to-back in the now-quiet alley where it all began, the city around them smoldering but calm. The man-bear lets out a low growl, and the smaller fighter smirks, twirling their staff. The screen fades to black as the final bass drum hits, leaving the words "Mortal Kombat Streets of Rage" glowing in neon across the darkness.

Mortal Kombat Bear Streets of Rage Bass Drums

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Then came the sound: a squeaky wheel and an authoritative *ding-ding*.

From the front window, a figure loomed. Clad in a high-vis vest, knee pads, and mirrored sunglasses, a security guard on a child-sized BMX dismounted with all the grace of a wet ferret. The words “MALL PATROL – TEMP” were scrawled in marker on a white patch of Velcro on his chest. He stormed in, puffing as he yanked off his helmet.

“You Viper Higgins?”

“I might be,” Viper replied coolly, blowing a ring of mango mist into the air like a wizard at a vape convention. “Who’s askin’? Traffic cops finally figured out I’ve been using *granny mobility scooters* for my Deliveroo gigs?”

The guard slammed a clipboard down on the counter. “You’re in violation of Regulation 46B — Unlicensed Vaporous Retail Dispersion in a Non-Accredited Outlet!”

Viper blinked. “Regulation what?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Higgins! I did a three-day seminar in Booterstown. This is serious business.”

Viper leaned forward, resting his elbow on a jar of cotton coils. “Look mate, the only thing I’ve been dispersin’ lately is positive vibes and moderately addictive fruit-scented clouds. What exactly do you think I’m runnin’ here?”

The guard narrowed his eyes. “An illicit vape ring.”

Viper chuckled. “Oh yeah? What gave it away? The *Buy 2 Get 1 Free* sign or the fact that half me stock is banana-flavoured?”

But the guard was undeterred. He produced a dog-eared notepad and clicked his pen dramatically.

“Where were you last Tuesday at 4:12 PM?”

“Here. Watching *Airwolf* on the mini-telly while restocking menthol pods.”

“Witnesses?”

“Only my mate Clint, but he was trying to build a homemade taser out of a toaster so he’s a bit... distracted lately.”

The interrogation escalated. The guard paced back and forth, wheels on his bicycle squeaking ominously with every step.

“You’ve been spotted dealing unlabelled liquids out the back door.”

“Those were just samples from Barry in Latvia — completely legit. He even sent a handwritten note in Cyrillic, very personal touch.”

“And what about the unauthorized fog event reported last Friday?”

“That was a leak in the citrus lava tank. Nearly passed out meself. Had to crawl to the front and text me own ambulance.”

The guard scribbled furiously. “You're *this close* to a fine, Higgins.”

Viper squinted at him. “Mate, you’re wearing elbow pads and guarding a vape shop on a pushbike. No one’s close to anything here.”

Silence settled for a moment. The guard, clearly out of steam and dripping in sweat from riding uphill through a car park, finally sighed and flopped into the shop’s inflatable chair, which hissed indignantly.

“I hate this job,” he muttered.

Viper slid a tropical melon pod across the counter. “On the house.”

The guard sniffed it, then slipped it into his pocket. “Still writing you up, you know.”

“Course,” Viper said with a smirk. “Wouldn’t expect any less from Castletown’s finest.”

The guard rose with a grunt, adjusted his helmet, and exited with another *ding-ding*, the bicycle wobbling wildly as he peddled into the sunset.

Viper took another long drag and muttered to himself, “Should’ve offered him the dragon’s nipple.”


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In this high-octane, satirical remix track, the swagger of *Dr. Disrespect* collides with glitchy Mandarin catchphrases and thunderous basslines. Set to an aggressive tempo, the remix mashes up iconic taunts like “*China Number One!*” and “*Get 'em off the server!*” with distorted shouts of “*SHĀBI!*” and robotic echoes of disrespect. The track pulses with heavy dubstep drops, gaming lobby rage, and synth-charged soundscapes—perfectly capturing the chaotic, ego-fueled energy of a futuristic esports battlefield. It’s toxic, hilarious, and undeniably hype—an anthem for the virtual battlegrounds where only the disrespectful survive.

Source: Youtube "Dr disrespect speaking mandarin"



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With each new release, RobotBassMaster5000 continues to captivate audiences with his futuristic soundscapes, infectious energy, and unwavering dedication to his craft. As he evolves and explores new sonic territories, his influence as a musical guru and trailblazer only grows stronger, ensuring that RobotBassMaster5000's name will be forever etched in the annals of musical history.

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