Step up to the mic, hear the pitch start to align, Quartets standing ready, perfectly in line. One hundred men in pinstripe vests, harmony so tight, Clicking four-part counterpoint straight into the night. Lead, tenor, baritone, bass dropping low, A velvet wall of sound standing direct in the snow. Finger-snapping precision, crisp, clean, and neat, Every barbershop chord ringing loud on the street. (Verse 2) "Hello Mary Lou," "Sweet Adeline" on repeat, They got the pitch pipe buzzin' with a barbershop beat. Locked in the circle, bright smiles, smooth hair, All these quartets breathing in the same air. Every single tenor hittin' high C sharp, Singin' barbershop classics like a choir of harps. A hundred voices blending in a resonant chord, Standing side-by-side, totally on one accord. (Chorus) 'Cause I got a rap addiction, spittin' bars so fast, Break the barbershop rhythm, make the old-school blast! Mix the four-part harmony with a 808 kick, Got all the quartets doin' double-time tricks! Rap addiction, can't stop the flow, From the barbershop stage to the underground show! (Verse 3) Now picture all of them turning around, Chop the barbershop tempo into hip-hop sound. The bass holds the low end like a booming sub, The tenors ride the high notes in the middle of the club. It’s a hundred-man choir spittin' multisyllabic rhymes, Taking barbershop tradition into modern-day times. Every bar line laced with a heavy kick drum, Listen close to the barbershop hum! (Outro) All the quartets holding down the final chord, Addicted to the rap, can't be ignored. Fade out on the bass, let the tenor hit high, Barbershop and hip-hop lighting up the sky.
