Louder

One two one two, check, check
One two one two, OK
One two one two

[Verse 1: Boog Brown]
So I stand with this mic in my hand
It's my chance to make a mark, make it come from the heart
Let us park and don't hesitate
A feeling I cannot recreate
It's the energy I give in a take
It's found in the crowd, and it's more than a sound
It has driven a need to give as much as received
DJ drop a cut and you bleed
And I feed upon the essence it's a bless and a lead
With my heart on my sleep, leave it all on the stage
And I'm filling the blanks
Make 'em feel, make you real
This words, it's what they came for
Give 'em what they pay for
Make 'em say your name or
Fly with the hands in the sky
That's what I'm made for
Hype with my actions
Speak from the gut
Chief when I'm feeling the clutch I'm giving enough
Let 'em taste it, see it in their faces
Make it so they kink with nothing
Make it a problem for anyone who followed you
Take it for swallow
Make 'em act the matter you move
What you get and approve
You choose whether you win or you lose
The transition is smooth
So take it proper too
And take three let 'em XXX and XXX
Get 'em move on their feet, make 'em get up their seats
So keep going, go with the flow in
Good feeling with the vibe, get the growing
This way you on in
Showing, going

[Refrain]
Everybody wanna shine

I'm just tryna get mine
My XXX, that's the grind, go home or go harder
Sur scène incandescente, même prisonnière de ton baladeur
J'ai la folie des glandeurs, je suis là pour faire un malheur
Reach for the handle, the rhythm in XXX
You couldn't light the candle
That's worth my harder
Boog Brown, Rita J., Pumpkin, Da Cuero
People in the place to be, go harder

[Verse 2: Rita J.]
The stage, the place, the maze, the waist
To express, the stress, the joy, the XXX
On the scene, all be mine, dreams are hard to find
Everybody on one, cheers the good time
I'm bad on the mic, so rep at your mic
Follow me in the sights
Guarantee we pass the night
Cause I'm living your dreams, making the means
To enjoy this hard platforms XXX
Usual hard case, vocal XXX schedule
The rocky XXX, we livin out loud
I'm branding my style with the five fifty XXX
My gifts to XXX
Moment to move trully, gotta stay groovy
Get the job done, let's get off like XXX
Back to reality, the facts of life
Lights, camera, action, cousin of Ms. Jackson
Got the place back then
[Pumpkin]
Que ce beat lourd démarre, mon corps quitte son carcan
Mon trac fout le camp dès qu'la musique pénètre mes tympans
J'entends que le boucan se répand jusqu'au dernier rang
Je fais du trafic d'influence, ne laisser aucun spot vacant
Si tu crapotes, vas-t-en, mais laisse tes potes
Quand ça papote devant, je me transforme en despote
De l'air... zéro fumée toxique
Chemise en sueur, ma team transpire la maîtrise
Vocalise, j'oralise, vise dans les lignes apprises
Mon cœur palpite, au verdict les regards m'analysent
Même sous rhino-pharyngite, mon flow parcourt les départementales
Mental warrior, c'est fondamental
J'articule sans peur du ridicule et fixe tes pupilles
Gesticule sur monticule, la salive se casse
En typo Calibri, mes dicos de mots, j'écris en huis clos
Je suis accro à la scène, escrocs bookez-moi illico

[Refrain]

[Outro]
Une épaisse couche de fumée s’installe
Bouche collée au métal, prémices d'un récital sur instrumentale
Douleurs intercostales, frousse monumentale
Toucher la foule avec des mots, faut le mental