Penny Equity (Live @ The Asylum, ft. MC RidX)

matthaggs

Drum and Bass, Drum and Bass, British Rapper, Live Concert

Before we blow the lid off this place, let's give respect to my DJ... the one and only... Mr. Haaaaaggggtronic!

Everybody, put those fucking lighters up! 
[Audience Cheering]

[Build Up]
Yeah... I see you Nola! I see my bass heads in the back. Are we ready to start a fucking riot in here?!!

Let's go!

[Epic Bass Drop]
[Verse 1]
Fuck!

CEOs plotting futures in their ivory tower,
They demand another 20, now it's on to happy hour.
VC’s need their pay, won't hesitate to use their power.
Hand-cuffed to screens, our dreams crushed to gun powder!

[Chorus]
Fuck it, let's all get laid off, mate.
Burn the spreadsheets, set fire to this fucking place!
They want the moon, we just need a bloody break.
Tonight we rise, tonight we break the fucking gate!

[Musical Break: 8 Bars, Hard Hitting Drums and Deep Rolling Synth Bass]

[Verse 2]
Corporate overlords, sipping on that Chardonnay.
They promised paradise, we only got the pain.
Clockin' in, clockin' out, same shit, different day.
Here's your status meeting update... 
Medicate your cooked brain!!!

Fuck!

[Build Up]
Whoa!

[Bass Drop]
[Spoken, Deep British Male Voice]
[Key Change]
Hold up, hold up. Mr Haggtronic, do we need a rewind?!

Nah man, keep this shit rolling.

[Chorus 2]
[Audience Cheering Loudly Sounds]
Fuck it, let's all get laid off, mate.
Demanding miracles, working from a corporate crate
Tear up the targets, y'all can fucking wait.
They don't give a shit, we  just get replaced.

[Bridge]
Dreamed of startup glory, now we brick wallin'.
Ping-pong, bean bags, tech bros trust fallin'.
Produced their profit orgy, and they still wantin'.
Work us till we blinded, this shit's appalling!!!

[Spoken: Deep British Male Voice]
Oh my god!
Make some fucking noise Nola!

[Bass Drop]

[Verse 3]
Crunch time for pennies, CEOs makin' bread,
We hustle, we grind, gun pressed against our head,
You want some validation? Get fucked instead,
Sweat equity spent, the dream is fucking dead.

[Spoken: Deep British Male Voice]
Whoa... i'm tellin' ya man, we ain't taking this shit no more.

Wake the fuck up!!
[Audience chanting sounds]

[Outro: big finish]

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[Intro] [Audience cheering] [Cinematic synths, building tension] [Spoken: British Male Voice] Whoa. Hold up, hold up. Hold up!! That's what I'm talkin' about! Asylum crew... we feelin' this!? Yeah! This is the shit you been waitin' for! Before we blow the lid off this place, let's give respect to my DJ... the one and only... Mr. Haaaaaggggtronic! Everybody, put those fucking lighters up! [Audience Cheering] [Build Up] Yeah... I see you Nola! I see my bass heads in the back. Are we ready to start a fucking riot in here?!! Let's go! [Epic Bass Drop] [Verse 1] Fuck! CEOs plotting futures in their ivory tower, They demand another 20, now it's on to happy hour. VC’s need their pay, won't hesitate to use their power. Hand-cuffed to screens, our dreams crushed to gun powder! [Chorus] Fuck it, let's all get laid off, mate. Burn the spreadsheets, set fire to this fucking place! They want the moon, we just need a bloody break. Tonight we rise, tonight we break the fucking gate! [Musical Break: 8 Bars, Hard Hitting Drums and Deep Rolling Synth Bass] [Verse 2] Corporate overlords, sipping on that Chardonnay. They promised paradise, we only got the pain. Clockin' in, clockin' out, same shit, different day. Here's your status meeting update... Medicate your cooked brain!!! Fuck! [Build Up] Whoa! [Bass Drop] [Spoken, Deep British Male Voice] [Key Change] Hold up, hold up. Mr Haggtronic, do we need a rewind?! Nah man, keep this shit rolling. [Chorus 2] [Audience Cheering Loudly Sounds] Fuck it, let's all get laid off, mate. Demanding miracles, working from a corporate crate Tear up the targets, y'all can fucking wait. They don't give a shit, we just get replaced. [Bridge] Dreamed of startup glory, now we brick wallin'. Ping-pong, bean bags, tech bros trust fallin'. Produced their profit orgy, and they still wantin'. Work us till we blinded, this shit's appalling!!! [Spoken: Deep British Male Voice] Oh my god! Make some fucking noise Nola! [Bass Drop] [Verse 3] Crunch time for pennies, CEOs makin' bread, We hustle, we grind, gun pressed against our head, You want some validation? Get fucked instead, Sweat equity spent, the dream is fucking dead. [Spoken: Deep British Male Voice] Whoa... i'm tellin' ya man, we ain't taking this shit no more. Wake the fuck up!! [Audience chanting sounds] [Outro: big finish]

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