[Verse 1] Turn the bass up, turn the lights down/ turn my mic up, you fucks pipe down/ It’s a new day, same shit, so treat it like a Bill Murray flick and get the chick by the credits/ You can put em up like Reddit/ Anything you’re thinking, I already said it/ this town is so old hat like racks on racks, no thrift store fetish/”Indie Rock?” Naw, these kids need an anthem/ so underground the commercials’ll pass em/ “Who’s gonna make that?”, well look who’s askin/ off of the cuff, “but he’s so fuckin handsome.”/ the city’s too big for the rumor mill/ moved to an industrial-God-complex and still/ comes with the goods/ now choke on that pill like a good child should/ Naw, I wanna build something dope out the ashes/ put the record on, make the shit sound classic/ nothing big ever been done being passive/ so come and rip these walls down, do it with passion!// [Bridge] Hey girl, tonight’s the night, “Have you heard the news?” Yea we wrote the book/ Hey girl, tonight’s the night. “Has anybody ever said you look good in soot?”// [Hook] We’re gonna burn this city, burn burn this city, Burn this city, burn burn this city, Burn this city, burn burn this city, (Heeey-hooo, heeey-hoooo)/ burn this city, burn burn this city, Burn this city, burn burn this city, Burn this city, burn burn this city, (ashes to ashes and dust to dust)// [Verse 2] Everbody talkin this and that/ but when the chips are down they ain’t sayin jack/ I don’t wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy…I wake up in the morning like my name is Shaft/ (Excerpt from Shaft theme song) Turn my theme song up, put my keys in my pants/ Then I’m rollin down the street like I’m 70’s advanced/ so please save the last dance/ (we can dougie on the rubble of the billboards, man)/ yea, another one bites the dust/ I used to think that one was the loneliest number, til I hit high school and forgot about a thing called trust/ you remember the moment the house went bust/ got introduced to greed and lust/ weed and freedom, devious/ and the feeling sucks, til you graduate like “The witch is dead, everybody get buck!”// [Bridge] [Hook] [Outro] Variations on “Hey” (a bunch of fuggin times)/ Burn, burn, yes you’re gonna burn (a bunch of times toward the end. This is a play on Rage Against the Machine if you didn’t notice haha)//

[Verse 1] I’ve got a fistful of dollars and a pocket full of shells/ with a mind full of something only sold by cartels/ (Too dope) dope boy like I’m Meka/ So face my way when I hit the stage and pray for the reign/ Since a child, knew I had to pull the stops (no break cables)/ drop all the rap Hollywood major label fables/ independent to death, I only know to DIY/ to do it any other way isn’t inside my/ high caliber, blow your mind, rock-solid like excaliber/ and all that tough talk’s invalid, cuz/ I only know to fight and seen the light/ and if you’ve only seen me nice… you ain’t been lookin right, I’m cold as ice// [Verse 2] I’m freefallin’ off of the edge (razor under tongue)/ goin over their heads (and livin’ under the gun)/ choking on the smoke til it settles and the sun sets/ showdown at the break of dawn and breaking cold sweats/ Only guarantee is death and taxes, turn on the tube/ all that’s guaranteed is sex and whack shit, that’s in the news/ so I suggest we shoot the sheriff AND the deputy/ and sneak out the back while the town is playing anarchy/ back then… I was the man with no name/ now when you say it (no needles) never say it in vein/ I like the pheromones out of my brain and let you touch my psyche/ it’s rough, you’ll get a kick out of it like it’s Nike/ and trust no man and no number/ you trusted the one that’s on your life cell (no wonder)/ so if you ever go under, treat it like your dream date and eat ya, eat ya way out (hold back no thunder)//

[Verse 1] Mic check 1,2, soundbombin it/ like I’m Rawkus in the later 90’s, so prominent/ stay dominant like a seventh chord, with no strings attached/ they boy’s from the backstreets so please relax/ or get ya caps peeled like I’m native to the flats, flat-lined/ you couldn’t be a player if you had a tech nine, so respect mine/ don’t expect my decline, NOFX on my lines/ since hip hop became so safe/ swapped the round-tipped scissors with serrated blades/ in the cut for days/ and won’t stop til I get my wage/ for killin’ shit, ‘cause I heard crime pays/ no slave to the majors, “mmm, what ya savor?”/ the sweet taste of victory like a now-and-later/ Now I’m gone, “see you later”/ only started with a little gold and a pager, but so much flavor/ hey bruh, you ever seen a punk rock hip hop?/ drop a “hey, ho! Let’s Go!” “and it don’t stop”/ drop a needle on a record, spit a flow to be reckoned/ from a two-step to a mosh pit any second/ I don’t work, then I don’t eat/ that’s why I think Black Thoughts like I’m Tariq/ and break padlocks when I’m zonin’/ watch ya back when you’re at the stairway to heaven, the omen// [Hook] You’ve got the hate face on, I hear the same damn song, Anytime when you’re around, it’s all bullshit/ I’m not playin’ with you, Please don’t say you’re confused, When I see you with your hand by the radio, I might lose it (break it up, break it up, break it up)// [Verse 2] (This is not a love song)/ it’s fueled by football and beer pong and might catch fire if a tear’s on it/ (this is not a club song)/ closer to a scene from teeth, so try to grind to it, hear the screech?/ now that’s what I call blood on the dance floor/ and have the cat wipe it up with his own jansport/ understand that my car is my temple/ if you want to play that bullshit, ride in a rental/ we on that boom bap to bomb the system/ like Marcus Garvey with paint and ink pens/ I’m Banksy in the vocal booth and bang the shit that’ll tell the truth/ or say “fuck it” and put on some Foo/ it gets rugged when we bump some Wu/ and just laugh when the cops come through/ play Ante Up, I’m unstoppable/ trust me, yea, it’s that simple/ you ain’t finna hear Alejandro/ comin through my window/ I ain’t tryin’ to impress a chick by playin Taylor Swifts’ latest hits/ matter of fact, if you even think of tryin to change my shit/ I’ll leave you and ya I-Pod out in the Sticks// [Hook]

[Verse One] Her voice is the theme music to my dream sequences/ pounding my heartbeat between frequencies/ Leaking these thoughts to my half-full glass, so/ maybe I won’t come off as such an asshole/ Her body speaks like an aria the way she moves/ but sets the tempo too slow for my impatient tune/ kind like she shouldn’t have the limelight/ if my eyes were spotlights, I’d just stand behind like…wow/ …and her lips are the melody/ hoping I can harmonize and rock the beat steadily/ Maybe it’s not cliche to say heavenly/ I say that it’s healthy we have dissonance or jealousy/ She took a sample of my soul, no felony/ I just hope she mentions me at her next press release/ And I’ll hit the right spot to make her pause/ then press play, just to hear the “ooh“‘s and the “ah“‘s// [Chorus] Baby you’re a star/ You don’t have to tell them who you are/ and I’m not even worried, you’re too far/ But I would still reach out and let your voice cut right through me/ so it seams// [Verse Two] At Times, I can barely speak around you/ my notes turn accidental, suppose I lack the mental/ capacity, or your tune’s so mellow, I just lack the reason/ you make me instrumental/ my acapella’s speechless/ We met inside a composer’s mind, I swear my composure’s fine/ You closed your eyes and I made you mine/ and it was spine tingling, like a ringtone/ calling up my soul, only put on hold when I hold you, it’s so true/ I told you in the booth that I’d be superman, if it ever falls through/ I’ll take a little time off just to pay dues/ this can be our new song, we can have a new life/ something like a concept album, for you, right?/ nothing like the nonsense outcome of new strife/ But I’ll just hum your body’s tune for tonight/ …….if it’s alright// [Verse Three] You are the FINEST sonata that I’ve ever heard…/ you leave my hanging on every word/ Every syllable is tinged by the soul of a tortured artist/ yet your voice is so reassured/ your lyrics bring hope to me, that is NOT easy/ and it’s all fun and games until your duet needs me/ ……I need a second to breathe/ I need to signal intermission for a second to leave/ I’ve got a trick up my sleeve, to not crack before the show’s done/ I don’t love you like a love song, but like the only one/ I want still playing after my credit roll has run…just to cue the bonus scene/ which is the music video, featuring you and me/ In a consequent embrace that’s so serene/ the audience gives a standing “Oh!”/ (standing Ovation) and burns the screen/ …to see us going up in smoke, you know what I mean?// ….and scream until the sheet music tears or sew it seems// (So it Seems)