[Intro: Smirking Miami bass male MC, booming 808 kick, rattling sub bass] Open mic Tuesday, sign-up sheet by the door Man in a fedora with a speech and a score [Verse 1: Smirking Miami bass male MC, barked Miami bass bars, hard handclaps] He grabbed the mic like a pulpit, then he cleared his throat Said real music bleeds, then he quoted a quote Said a song needs calluses, a song needs scars Said a song needs a van and a hundred bad bars Said the kids got lazy and the art got cheap Every beat off a screen, every hook on repeat Said he never once played it and he never will Then his jacket started buzzing on the chair by the sill First the bass, then the clap, then the boom in the seam Every head in the room turned around like a team He was slapping his pockets like a man with fleas And my hook kept knocking through the polyester sleeves [Hook: Smirking Miami bass male MC, full 808 kick, rattling sub bass] Phone in your jacket going off at the mic Let it ring, let 'em hear what you secretly like You can preach it ain't real till your face turn cold But you picked it, you set it, let it ring, let it roll [Verse 2: Smirking Miami bass male MC, faster Miami bass bars, hard handclaps] Now he red in the face and he stabbing the screen Thumb on decline but the thing stay mean Second call, same song, and the bar start clapping Lady by the speaker got the whole thing captured Screen say Mom, so it's family calling And his mama know the words, so the front start falling He been running that ring for a year and a half At the plant, at the game, in the line for a cab Every time that it rang he would bop a little bit Then go home and post a paragraph on how he hate it You can boo what I make, you can call it a fake But your pocket been dancing every call that you take [Hook: Smirking Miami bass male MC, full 808 kick, rattling sub bass] Phone in your jacket going off at the mic Let it ring, let 'em hear what you secretly like You can preach it ain't real till your face turn cold But you picked it, you set it, let it ring, let it roll [Bridge: Smirking Miami bass male MC, ringtone flip, the tinny ringtone melody plays once then gets flipped into the main beat sample, chopped with handclaps] Hear that little melody? That's your ring in the beat Every caller that you got heard it, hum it on the street Your boss heard it, your barber, your pastor, your crew Every one of 'em knew it was me before you So hang up on the speech and get down to the beat Open mic still open, go on, take a seat [Final Hook: Smirking Miami bass male MC, beat built on the ringtone, raw full voice] Phone in your jacket going off at the mic Let it ring, let 'em hear what you secretly like You can preach it ain't real till your face turn cold But you picked it, you set it, let it ring, let it roll [End]
