**[Intro — DJ-style guitar scratches / shouted]** **HEY!** WHO'S STILL UP?! **HEY!** WHO'S STILL LOUD?! Turn it up— **TURN IT UP!** **[Verse 1 — rapid-fire rap]** Three in the morning and the city's still breathing, Everybody wants a piece, everybody's still scheming, Boss on the screen talking numbers and fear, While the rent climbs higher every goddamn year. They say, “Work harder,” like the game ain't rigged, Shake another hand while the table gets flipped, I got a mouth full of truth and a head full of noise, And a neighborhood full of angry girls and boys. No invitation, we don't need your permission, Kick through the door like a hostile transmission, You built your kingdom on a mountain of lies— Now watch the basement start shaking inside. **[Pre-Chorus — half-time]** Hands up! Heads high! Everybody's got a reason why! **[Chorus — gang vocals]** **WE DON'T SLEEP!** **WE DON'T BOW!** **WE'RE STILL HERE AND WE'RE LOUD RIGHT NOW!** Party in the street while the pressure comes down, **NO SLEEP—NO PEACE—SHAKE THIS TOWN!** **[Verse 2 — aggressive rap]** I hear the sirens singing underneath the bass, Another headline trying to put us in our place, Another suit telling me what I should believe, Another polished lie dressed up for TV. But the block knows better, yeah, the block remembers, Every broken promise, every cold December, Every microphone pointed away from the truth, Every politician selling futures to the youth. So scratch that record— **SKRRRT!** Run it backward! Find every word they tried to bury in the chapter. Kick drum stomping like a riot in the floor, Guitar cuts through like a blade through a door. **[Breakdown]** **WHO OWNS THE NIGHT?** **WE DO!** **WHO OWNS THE STREET?** **WE DO!** **WHO GETS TO SPEAK?** **WE DO!** **WHO'S GONNA STOP US?** **NOBODY!** **[Guitar Solo — rhythmic “scratch” picking]** *Chik-chik—CHAAK!* *Chik-chik—CHAAK!* *DUN-DUN—CHIK!* **GO!** **[Verse 3 — faster flow]** Collision course, everybody's moving reckless, Power wants obedience, people want leverage, You can call it rebellion, you can call it obscene, You can call it whatever helps you sleep at night. We call it survival with the volume turned high, With a fist in the air and a fire in the rhyme. From the avenue corner to the back-room floor, When the riff comes down, everybody wants more. No velvet rope, no VIP crown, No golden handshake gonna keep us down, This ain't your party and this ain't your show— We brought our own noise. **NOW LET IT GO!** **[Final Chorus — full gang vocals]** **WE DON'T SLEEP!** **WE DON'T BOW!** **WE'RE STILL HERE AND WE'RE LOUD RIGHT NOW!** Party in the street while the pressure comes down, **NO SLEEP—NO PEACE—SHAKE THIS TOWN!** **WE DON'T SLEEP!** **WE DON'T BOW!** Turn the whole damn system inside out now! From the basement floor to the rooftops loud— **NO SLEEP!** **NO PEACE!** **SHAKE THIS TOWN!** **[Outro]** **HEY!** You wanted quiet— **WE BROUGHT NOISE.**
