[Intro: Bashment ragga male deejay, booming kick, chopping guitar skank] Going up, going up, then the big box stop Him call it elevator music, now him trapped at the top [Verse 1: Bashment ragga male deejay, ragga toasting bars, rimshot snare] Every morning him a comment like a dog at the gate Seh my tune is elevator music, background, second-rate Seh it sound like a dentist and a mall at Christmas Seh it play in the background and nobody listen Seh it play while you hold and it play while you queue Well the office where him work buy the record, true Now my riddim in the lobby and it run every day In the stairs, in the garage, in the lift on the way Friday, five o'clock, him a press number nine And the box give a shudder and it stop on a dime Between the eighth and the ninth floor, button gone dead And the only thing a play is the tune that him said [Hook: Bashment ragga male deejay, full drums, chopping guitar skank] Him stuck with it, three hours in a box Every bar me ever spit and the door won't unlock Call it elevator music, well you rode it all day Now you know every word and you can't get away [Verse 2: Bashment ragga male deejay, faster ragga toasting bars, heavy sub bass] Hour one, him a bang and him cuss at the steel Hour two, him sit down and him start fi feel Two and a half, hear the foot start tap Three hours in, him a run back the rap Me can hear him through the speaker when the fire crew come Him a toasting my verse and a slap on the wall like a drum Firefighter pry the doors and the man step out slow Seh excuse me, big man, what's the tune, me haffi know Me seh read your own comments, you wrote the review Elevator music, and it went straight through you Background, you said, now it's front of your head You hum it in the shower and you hum it in bed [Bridge: Bashment ragga male deejay, bass at full weight, the bass lands heavy under the ragga voice and stays] Now the bass come in heavy like the box hit ground Feel it in your ribcage, that's the real sound You said it's for the waiting, the hold and the queue But the waiting is over and the tune got you Tell your boss turn it up when you reach floor nine Every lift in the city playing one tune of mine [Final Hook: Bashment ragga male deejay, full drums, heavy sub bass, raw full voice] Him stuck with it, three hours in a box Every bar me ever spit and the door won't unlock Call it elevator music, well you rode it all day Now you know every word and you can't get away [End]
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