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letra de festival song (feat. todd stoops) - boy pierce

[verse one]

snap out the coma, i sat back at the moma
you lack rap diploma, no slack whack persona
rice pudding to dwight gooden my mic cooking
a site looking, a bite tooken, tonight hooking me in
looking to spin, brooklyn i’m in, i book it to win
look at my grin, no rook on the pen
made beats under roof of my mom duke’s
recoup with a bomb group and loop it for todd stoops

jam bands and wookies with tattoos
like it i’m ’bout to, go into round two
needing a sound crew, something to bounce to
loving the crowd who screaming out loud “ooh!”
wu tang 36 chambers, mixed with danger mouse
major, hated by neighbors
2 a.m. and i’m only getting started, no departing
baby pardon, next i’m on stage, steal it like a bargain

martian, fire like an arson artist
smartest, witty, gary larson
hardship, i can carry boulders on my back
over shoulder in a nap sack, told ’em i would snap back
snap, crackle, and pop i’m back at it with rock
i max out on the drop and stay adamant
stop. drop. roll. you’d rather cop clothes
or make a hot pose than go and rock shows

maximus the antagonist when i’m rapping, sh-t
are you not entertained? you must be p-ssionless
i used to mash up bone, biggie, and p-ssion pit
now i’m with an all star crew, miraculous
let the jam build the crowd at a standstill
d-mn ill, filthy like the garbage in landfill
can’t chill, kick back, and sip on a coors light
’cause i got big plans and it ain’t for a boring night

stoops, t-to, and dree i’m like in need for some glee
and i ain’t talking ’bout the teens on tv
see, me knock it out of the park, i got no doubt in my heart
so get to dousing the spark, it blow up loud in the dark
annikan skywalker the sly talker
pete parker, i leap larger no departure
matt russell i’m back, muscle, no lack hustle
react bustling traffic p-ssing the lincoln tunnel is packed

[chorus]

no sleep, rise
no sleek ride
take the g line
headphones, rocking a unique vibe
let’s take ’em back to the future
raw track no producers
stub down, meaning move up
welcome to the festival, you can feel the groove, what!

you can feel the groove, what!
you can feel the groove, what!
you can feel the groove, what!
welcome to the festival, you can feel the groove, what!

[verse two]

kickoff in second half, we run it back
dumping buckets of gatorade, we rush and we came to play
abundance of flavor way up in the clouds
we crush it so loud, pounding the ground, 808
heartbreak? (no) never, i partake
clever bizarre breaks half baked in a car chase
beats all day raw glazed and sauteed
breaking it down when i’m making ’em bounce and i’m baking ’em out get the b-ss and i pounce (pow!)
this is it…shakedown street
where the b-ss sound peak and we lay down beats
hey now be crowned the proudest in thee town
scream loud as i leap for the rebound
freak out. break. sp-ce out
deep crowd. late. baked out
backpacks and some baseball caps
grooving late on tracks yes i’ll take all that

roller coasters, get me shown on posters
whole mimosa that i spilt on the setlist
yes this connect like tetris
this clique is too sick, a mix of music
genres that never should’ve met
better intersect, intergalactic magical yes
catch thee rhythm that we wreck
this is kicking some respect to the pivotal c-ssettes
d-mn, give me any moment and i’ll own it
you can phone this to your cousin, get the future up and buzzing
doesn’t every time a rap a couple dozen of my lines you just love it
i’m on time get the budget
crush it, slap shot cracked on the back drop
lock in at the venue or just rock it on the blacktop
sure shot cruising down the tour lot, more stops
core group we recoup hit record, watch

i’m on top of the beat now, no option to be down & out
pound ’em out ’til i peace out
downtown i love it a loud crowd above it
the sound pound, group in a van to groove to a jam

[chorus]

you can feel the groove, what!

- boy pierce

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