[Intro] Yea Seth I’m getting scary good Watch this Intro text[SONG TITLE: MIX IT UP] [STYLE: HIGH-ENERGY TRAP / UP-TEMPO BOOM-BAP] [INTRO] (Heavy 808 bass slides in, hi-hats ticking fast) Yeah. Uh-huh. You know what time it is. Time to separate the weak from the strong. Let's go. [Chorus] Run it up, stack it up, back it up, yeah! Get your face! Turn it loud, rock the crowd, make 'em proud! It's the place! Hit the floor, give 'em more, out the door! Let's go! Got to go! In the zone, on the throne, on my own! That's my go! Jump up, jump up, pump it up, turn it up! Mix it up! Get the cash, do the dash, make a splash! Fix it up! Pour the drink, never blink, what you think? Where's your cup? Break the mold, take the gold, truth be told! Mix it up! [Verse 1] (Beat switches to a steady, driving groove) Started in the cold, had to find a better route, Now I'm mixing up the game, what they talkin' bout? Every single word is a weapon in my mouth, From the snowy North all the way to the South. I don't play safe, yeah I gotta take a risk, Lyrical chef, watch the flick of the wrist. They wanted the formula, I gave 'em a twist, Now my name is sitting right at the top of the list. No days off, man, we do this every night, Gotta keep the focus, gotta keep the vision bright. Step into the ring, yeah we ready for the fight, Shining so hard, you can see it in the light. [Chorus] Run it up, stack it up, back it up, yeah! Get your face! Turn it loud, rock the crowd, make 'em proud! It's the place! Hit the floor, give 'em more, out the door! Let's go! Got to go! In the zone, on the throne, on my own! That's my go! Jump up, jump up, pump it up, turn it up! Mix it up! Get the cash, do the dash, make a splash! Fix it up! Pour the drink, never blink, what you think? Where's your cup? Break the mold, take the gold, truth be told! Mix it up! [Verse 2] (Tempo stays high, snare hits harder) I don't need a favor, I don't need a helping hand, Built it from the ground, now I'm running the land. They try to copy style but they don't understand, Everything I drop is meticulously planned. Mix the old school flow with a brand new sound, When the bass hits heavy, feel it shaking the ground. Used to be lost, but look what I found, A golden microphone and a lyrical crown. Keep your head up, don't you ever look down, We the loudest crew moving into your town. Turn the heat up till the pressure boils over, Driving real fast, but I'm completely sober. [Chorus] Run it up, stack it up, back it up, yeah! Get your face! Turn it loud, rock the crowd, make 'em proud! It's the place! Hit the floor, give 'em more, out the door! Let's go! Got to go! In the zone, on the throne, on my own! That's my go!
