NO TRANSLATION VINCE CALIBER [Intro — female vocal sample exposed; Vince enters after the groove settles] Yeah. Funny thing about a good beat… Ain’t gotta explain a damn thing. Listen. [Verse 1 — relaxed pocket, leave room after every couplet] She said something I couldn’t understand But I caught every note when she lifted her hand Bass came through, got the whole floor leaning Didn’t know the words, I knew exactly what she meant Man at the door had his arms folded tight Two minutes later he was moving to the right Lady in the corner had a rough-ass week Now the stress taking five while the speakers speak I ain’t talking ‘bout a passport full of stamps I’m talking ‘bout a rhythm making strangers take a chance We don’t need a perfect sentence, don’t need to pretend A nod can start a conversation words couldn’t begin [Small break — let the female sample answer] [Hook — Vince, low rhythmic chant; female vocal between lines] No translation, let the record talk Same floor shaking when the bass line walks You ain’t gotta know me, I ain’t gotta know you When that rhythm comes around, watch what a room do No translation, don’t explain that sound From a thousand different places to the same damn ground Words get lost, but the feeling comes through Let it play, let it play — that’s the language we use [Instrumental hook — female vocal sample upfront, Vince silent] [Verse 2 — clever, conversational; no rapid-fire] DJ made a left turn, whole crowd went right Changed the groove, changed the mood, changed the rest of the night Somebody asked, “What’s that?” I said, “Wish I could say” Then I watched ’em hit the floor without waiting anyway I seen a man buy the image, couldn’t buy the experience Got a front-row ticket but he missing the delirium Too busy naming every sound like he owns it Never let the melody finish where it’s going Everybody want a label, everybody want a lane Try to box a little thunder, then complain about the rain Me, I keep my ears open, let the strangers teach Can’t claim somebody’s culture just because I like the beat Give the people their respect, give the players their due There’s a story in the sound that was here before you I can bring my own voice, let the music stay true That’s the whole damn point of what we’re trying to do [Hook — restrained, head-nod delivery] No translation, let the record talk Same floor shaking when the bass line walks You ain’t gotta know me, I ain’t gotta know you When that rhythm comes around, watch what a room do No translation, don’t explain that sound From a thousand different places to the same damn ground Words get lost, but the feeling comes through Let it play, let it play — that’s the language we use [Break — Vince spoken, no music added] Hold on. Don’t talk over this part. [Instrumental break — female vocal sample and existing melody, no Vince] [Verse 3 — grounded, reflective but still bouncing] Back when I was younger, heard a song through a wall Didn’t know who was singing, still remembered it all Years later found the name, learned a little of the story Made the sound hit deeper; that’s a different kind of glory See, you don’t have to own it just to let it change your day Don’t have to sound like somebody else to find a way I got my own accent, got my own kind of truth But there’s room in this record for a whole wider view [Short pause] Everybody got a voice. Not everybody needs a verse. [Final hook — confident, keep sample audible] No translation, let the record talk Same floor shaking when the bass line walks You ain’t gotta know me, I ain’t gotta know you When that rhythm comes around, watch what a room do No translation, don’t explain that sound From a thousand different places to the same damn ground Words get lost, but the feeling comes through Let it play, let it play — that’s the language we use [Outro — Vince dry, then instrumental] We ain’t gotta sound the same… To hear each other. [Female vocal sample carries the outro]
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