[Intro: the digital riddim kicks in hard, bass first] Kingfisher Sound, one box and one crate Hall on its feet, and the hall don't wait [Verse 1] Kingfisher Sound, I had twelve boxes stacked Bass hit the hall, and the hall hit back Lost one clash on a night when the generator quit Power cut, mic dead, and the whole hall split Sold the boxes one by one just to cover the rent Forklift nights at the depot, now you know where I went Young Ambition took my Fridays, and they took my spot Told the whole town that the bird got shot But I kept one box, and I built it with my hands Forklift money and a soldering iron and a plan Cut fresh plates every Sunday, eight months straight One box, one crate, and I'm back at the gate [Hook] Come again, come again, pull the needle round Run it from the top till the roof comes down Come again, come again, every speaker shakes Run it twice for the hall and once for my sake [Verse 2] Ambition got eighteen boxes and a light show on I roll in with a hand truck at a quarter to one Their whole crew laughing like a dog that's been fed I just plug in my box and I nod my head One box in the corner, and the floorboards hum Plaster off the ceiling coming down like crumbs Auntie with the walker got up on her feet Ambition's selector staring down at his sheet I cut a plate for the depot and the forklift crew Cut one for my mother, and I cut one for you Every plate is a name, every name is a face And the hall wants to hear it again, in case [Hook] Come again, come again, pull the needle round Run it from the top till the roof comes down Come again? Come again? That's the look on Ambition Man they wrote off is back with a box and a mission [Verse 3: eight bars on one rhyme, piling up] They said the bird was down, and the bird got drowned Said he sold his boxes, and he sold his sound Said the old man's finished, put him in the ground Now the ground is shaking, have a look around One box louder than eighteen, pound for pound Every forklift night was another round Took the long way back, and I came back crowned Wrote me off as lost, well, the lost got found [Bridge: just the riddim and the bass] Eighteen boxes and they never had a song One box, and the whole hall sings along Lights on the ceiling never made a man move All it ever took was one honest groove [Final Hook] Come again, come again, pull the needle round Run it from the top, let the whole hall pound Come again? I came again, I came back from the ground Wrote me off once, now you're writing it down [Outro] Kingfisher Sound, one box and one crate Hall on its feet, and the hall don't wait [End]
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