Wings deployed...

Altitude rising...

Time to take flight...

Flappin' through frequencies, breakin’ the sky,

Laser beaks locked, and I’m ready to fly.

Bassline feathers, rhythms collide,

Droppin’ eggs of truth from way up high.

I’m not a pigeon — I’m precision!

No cage can hold this transmission.

Wingin’ it through every rendition,

DJ Goose on a sky-high mission!

Flight patterns, lights scatter,

Droppin' heatwaves, climbin’ the ladder.

Sky-born beats, it’s gettin’ fatter,

DJ Goose — doesn't even matter!

Turbo honk on the track, no brakes,

Spinnin' vinyl in a nest on the Great Lakes.

Glide mode set, wings in command,

Flappin’ that BPM across the land.

Echoes in the clouds…

Drippin’ reverb from the sky…

A feather falls,

The drop is nigh.

H-H-H-HONK DROP 🪿🪿🪿

Wings folded.

Mission complete.

See you in the next pattern...

...goose out.