[Intro] (Bass wave sounds begin, low and pulsing) Yeah, you feel that? That's the rhythm. On Fulton at 11:30, the engine hummin', the neon sign of the bodega flicker-flicker-flickering. The night is young. (Bass waves swell slightly) Let's go. [Chorus] Mia leans on the corner by the deli door, keys in her hand, saying, “Run it once more.” She knows the count, knows when the drop lands clean, right there in the middle of the block's backbeat. Yeah, Mia’s got the room before she even speaks, and everybody follows when she taps her feet.
