[Intro — loose drum groove, low-D guitar creeping in] Rubik’s Resin. Tampa, Florida. Turn that shit up. [Hook — gang shouts] T! H! C! TAMPA HARDCORE! WE ARE! WE ARE! WE ARE! WE ARE! [Verse 1 — gritty, rhythmic] Rubik’s Resin on the beat, Smoky funk crashing down the street. Moe from Jersey banging them sticks, Pat’s out back playing swamp with the hicks. Drop D rattling the back porch door, Moe hits hard, so I dig in more. Neighbors know when the boys are around— Kings of the Florida underground! [Hook — gang shouts] T! H! C! TAMPA HARDCORE! WE ARE! WE ARE! GIVE US SOME MORE! [Instrumental — 16 bars] [Heavy funk pocket, guitar stabs answering the snare, simple bass holding the root] [Verse 2] Selling peanuts off of Gandy, Girls swarm round like bees on candy. Salt on my shirt, loose change in a jar— Sundown hits, I’m a goddamn rockstar. Extension cord through a busted screen, Loudest little shack you ever seen. Moe cracks the snare, the palmettos shake— Somebody tell him the stick’s gonna break! [Short stop] Fuck it. He’s got another. [Instrumental — guitar riff returns, drums get wilder] [Build — shouted over the groove] Here we come, you can hear us coming! Rumble in the ground, kick drum thumping! Hold that note— Let it growl— MOE! BREAK THAT SHIT DOWN! [Drum break — 8 bars, guitar drops out] [Breakdown — crushing half-time, guitar and bass return] JERSEY HANDS! FLORIDA HEAT! SWAMP IN THE STRINGS! FUNK IN THE FEET! [Stop] ONE! TWO! THREE! HIT IT! [Extended instrumental — dirty Drop D riff, rolling tom fills, synchronized stops] [Final hook — full gang vocals] T! H! C! TAMPA HARDCORE! WE ARE! WE ARE! GIVE US SOME MORE! T! H! C! TAMPA HARDCORE! ROCKSTARS, WE ARE! WE ARE! WE ARE! [Outro — spoken over feedback] Peanuts tomorrow. Tonight, we’re loud. [Final drum roll, guitar squeal, hard stop]
