Bullish BeatsA Bull's Journey Through ImaginationInagraffiti-ladenalley,wheretheairpulsateswithrawbeats,standsafiguredrapedinagleamingAdidastracksuit,hisbullheadnoddingtotherhythm.No Character selected In a graffiti-laden alley, where the air pulsates with raw beats, stands a figure draped in a gleaming Adidas tracksuit, his bull head nodding to the rhythm. The urban sprawl is his stage, the concrete his canvas.Yo,checkit.Red Bull Yo, check it! I’ve got bars that sway the stocks, rhymes richer than gold, watch this bull unlock.AyeTommy,you'refierceonthemic,butwhat'swiththehornsandthebullishsight?Tommy Aye, Tommy, you're fierce on the mic, but what’s with the horns and the bullish sight?Indeed,forwordscastspells,somekindofsorceryturnedhimintothezoomorphickingofthisauditoryquarry.[Domi] Indeed, for words cast spells, some kind of sorcery turned him into the zoomorphic king of this auditory quarry.ListenmybeatsarethekeyswordsthecodechanttherightlyricwatchrealityfoldRed Bull Listen, my beats are the keys, words the code, chant the right lyric, watch reality fold.Man,Tommy,yourfameisskyrocketing,butthoseeyes,theyflickerwithatail.Arnold Man, Tommy, your fame is skyrocketing! But those eyes, they flicker with a tale - this transformation, is it your grail?Nothing'srealbuttheflow.Red Bull Nothing's real but the flow, the rest is just show, this bull’s real battle is the labyrinth of the soul.Suddenlythebeatsdissipate,thejewelryfades,asTommystandsplain,nolongeracreatureoffame.No Character selected Suddenly, the beats dissipate, the jewelry fades, as Tommy stands plain, no longer a creature of fame. A testament to the power of the mind, where bull or man, the line is confined.Soitunravels,thegoldenchainbreaksAsourMinotaurwrapperfromhisdreamawakes[Domi] So it unravels, the golden chain breaks, as our minotaur rapper from his dream awakes.Backtothestart,mybeatsinmyheart.Arnold Back to the start, my beats in my heart, it was all an illusion, my ambitious art. Yes, I was the bull, in my own mind's chart.Soendsourrhyme,arapofthemind,wheretheblazeofglorywasinternallyconfined.No Character selected So ends our rhyme, a rap of the mind, where the blaze of glory was internally confined. In the end, Tommy’s true mastery was the journey within, a voyage through his vast, imaginative bin.full body portrait a a bull with a human body, wearing Adidas tracksuit, with a large gold necklace made of bitcoins around his neck. Plot: The bull is a rap artist who figured out the right words to say to turn in to a bull. Twist: It was all in his mind. He made it through and back.
