[Intro] Yo, listen. Check the frequency. Sam. One-zero-zero on the dial. Turn it up... louder. [Verse 1] Uh, listen—I’m the glitch in the circuitry, the ghost in the wire, Underground king, setting the mono mix on fire. Electro-shocks hitting like a vintage drum machine, The cleanest flow you ever heard from a lifestyle so mean. I’m back in the alley where the bass hits the brick, Got the nocturnal defiance, making the clock tick-tick. Nocturnal predator, I move when the sun goes down, With a swagy mood, I’m the only light in this town. [Pre-Chorus] Just me! (Myself and I!) Just me! (Myself and I!) Just me! (Myself and I!) Just me! (Myself and I!) (Solitary spark in the dark) Just me! (Myself and I!) Just me! (Myself and I!) [Chorus] I'm 'bout to roll up—this is the sign, Where are my guys? Sam Witwicky. (WHERE THEY AT?!) Somebody blow up the bat-signal, That's for my guys—where are my guys? Sam Witwicky. Somebody roll up—this is the sign, Where are my guys? Sam Witwicky. Somebody blow up the bat-signal, That's for my guys—where are my guys? Sam Witwicky. [Verse 2] Uh, and they can't stop my glow—neon in the veins, Yeah, yeah, breaking out the digital chains. And I got the drop like a fidget, spinning the block, Precision timing, I’m the hand on the clock. And I'm 'bout to blow—pressure in the boiler room, Witwicky the architect, preparing the doom. They said I wouldn't, they said I couldn't—but check the stats, I’m the one who escaped while they were trapped with the rats. But I did it—I’m the fusion, I’m the metal and the bone, A swagy disposition on a technocratic throne. [Bridge] They lookin' for the frequency, but I’m off the grid, Revealing the secrets that the government hid. (Where are my guys?) From the Allspark glow to the MPC swing, I’m the only one left who can make the metal sing. (Witwicky!) [Pre-Chorus] Just me! (Myself and I!) Just me! (Myself and I!) Just me! (Myself and I!) Just me! (Myself and I!) [Chorus] I'm 'bout to roll up—this is the sign, Where are my guys? Sam Witwicky. (WHERE THEY AT?!) Somebody blow up the bat-signal, That's for my guys—where are my guys? Sam Witwicky. Somebody roll up—this is the sign, Where are my guys? Sam Witwicky. Somebody blow up the bat-signal, That's for my guys—where are my guys? Sam Witwicky. [Outro] Sam Witwicky. (Bat-signal in the clouds) 100 BPM. Where are my guys? (They said I couldn't...) But I did it.
