Lyrics
Hit the floor (Hey), lights so bright (Bright)
Groove into the beat, we're alive all night
Just feel the bass (Bass), it's our funky guide (Guide)
Mixing up the genres, we don't hide our pride (Pride)
[Pre-Chorus]
Actin' like the star, who, us? Yeah, always (Always)
Disco ball turnin', music's got us in a daze (Daze)
We sync our steps (Step), let the rhythms collide (Collide)
Flashy sequins sparkle, moonwalkin' with stride (Stride)
Under spotlight's glare, igniting the stage (Stage)
Melting pot of sound, it's the era's new age (Age)
[Chorus]
Feel the groove lock in, where the beat never stops (Stops)
Mixing hip hop, disco, rock, we're the cream of the crops (Crops)
Spin the track back, DJ rain that drop (Drop)
Keep the circle tight, watch the b-boys pop (Pop)
Verses rich (Rich), like the gold on our chains (Chains)
Rap battles and the breakers lockin', no restraints (Strains)
[Pre-Chorus]
Ice on our wrists, yeah, flash like the bling (Bling)
Every lyric we spit, got that cultural swing (Swing)
From the street to the mic (Mic), we're the poets of time (Time)
Hip hop royalty, in our prime, we climb (Climb)
[Chorus]
In this urban symphony, we dominate the charts (Charts)
Hip hop, our kingdom, spittin' rhymes like darts (Darts)
All the elements, come on, feel the rush (Rush)
Beatboxing rhythms, watch the crowd hush (Hush)
With a spray can in hand, taggin' walls with our art (Art)
We're the voice of the streets, a cultural counterpart (Part)
[Verse 3]
Sounds of the city, like a heartbeat, they pulse (Pulse)
Battles of dance, full circle, we convulse (Convulse)
Each word a testament to our journey and fight (Fight)
We're the pulse of the night, lit up by streetlight (Light)
[Pre-Chorus]
Boombox on shoulders, we carry the tune (Tune)
Breakin' down barriers, we're the typhoon (Typhoon)
Graffiti on trains (Trains), city's live canvas (Canvas)
Our tags tell a story, in colors so massive (Massive)
On the corner we cipher, our language so raw (Raw)
Speakin' truth in our verses, every line we flaw (Flaw)
[Pre-Chorus]
With each rhyme we drop, see the crowd get to jumpin' (Jumpin')
We the heartbeat of streets, with the kick drum pumpin' (Pumpin')
Our style's contagious, we're the leaders of sound (Sound)
Every block hears our voice, we're the underground (Ground)
[Chorus]
Throw your hands up for the hip hop throne (Throne)
This culture's our kingdom, we've organically grown (Grown)
