(Intro: Deep, conversational spoken ad-libs) (Heavy, steady bassline kicks in) Yeah... uh-huh. You know how we do it. Level me out Uce... yeah. Get em’ one time Reko. (Verse 1 - Reko) I got that U-F-O parked on the corner store Got these baddies chiming at me like my door’s ajar, [Car Door chime] Got moon rocks on lock, ear candy for the fiends Space out when the lingo backflippin’ on the beat Preachin’ that hood sermon, the trunk baptized Bass so hard [Bass Drop], streets testify (Thank you Jesus!) Hood gospel playing out, on em kenwood speakers The people raise hands and nod heads like tweakers, But I don’t pull up— I Uce thru the functions 12s and 6 Nina’s on Citas be thumpin’ Spittin’ constellations off galactic mentality Bars level par beyond stars defy gravity, I don’t rap, I explode on the track Big headed never “Fitted” til ya boi “snapped back” Sudden impact pushback like that shotty kicked back Issa mismatch that’s a wrap, let that hook run back, (Reko Out) (Pre-Chorus: Smooth, melodic rap with light vocal layering) Hold it down, let the bottom end swing Feel the tension in the wire, hear the melody ring It’s a natural thing, no need to complicate Just lean into the pocket and let it all rotate. (Chorus: Soulful, harmonized singing with a steady groove) It’s just my music, moving through the atmosphere Keep it crystal clear so the whole world can hear It’s just my music, the way I'm dropping the line Peace to the pioneers, yeah, it’s our time. (Verse 2 - Dubz) Top down, cruising through the neighborhood breeze I’m the one that makes the speakers breathe with ease It’s a steady climb, never forced, never fake I’m just checking for the ripples that the water might make. Keep the dials in the red, let the needle hit the black I’m the one that’s got the blueprint to bring the feeling back No static in the signal, just a message to the street It’s a wrap when the vocal finally merges with the beat. Now, I’m the director, I’m calling the shots From the studio basement to the parking lots. I don’t need the glitz, I just need the 808 To vibrate the frame and let the vibe resonate. I’m smooth with the talk, rough with the track When the soul hits the fan, ain't no turning back I’m like a classic '64, chrome on the wheels You can’t fake the essence or the way the bass feels. (Pre-Chorus: Smooth, melodic rap with light vocal layering) Hold it down, let the bottom end swing Feel the tension in the wire, hear the melody ring It’s a natural thing, no need to complicate Just lean into the pocket and let it all rotate. (Chorus: Soulful, harmonized singing with a steady groove) It’s just my music, moving through the atmosphere Keep it crystal clear so the whole world can hear It’s just my music, the way I'm dropping the line Peace to the pioneers, yeah, it’s our time. (Verse 3 - Dubz) I step in the arena, leaning like a lowrider The main provider, the midnight mic-glider I keep it soulful, strictly for the crates While these other cats are rushing, I just let the movement wait. I’m the architect, building on a groove so thick Make the speakers jump and the snare drum click It’s that classic, original flavor Something for your ears and your heart to favor. (Pre-Chorus: Smooth, melodic rap with light vocal layering) Hold it down, let the bottom end swing Feel the tension in the wire, hear the melody ring It’s a natural thing, no need to complicate Just lean into the pocket and let it all rotate. (Chorus: Soulful, harmonized singing with a steady groove) It’s just my music, moving through the atmosphere Keep it crystal clear so the whole world can hear It’s just my music, the way I'm dropping the line Peace to the pioneers, yeah, it’s our time. (Outro: Fading spoken ad-libs and echoed vocal fragments) Yeah. Just like that. Keep it moving. Reko… Dubz… We back, haha Like we never left. (Fade out with a steady synth whistle)
