Watsky — Amplified

[Chorus: Rafael Casal] I get up, when you get down to this Keep cool, but still get loud to this When it drops just can't deny The mic's turned off but I'm amplified So if you want to ride This young son will come out tonight And this one tongue will give out the vibe With this mic off I'm still amplified (I'm still amplified) [Verse 1] We don't just write poems, we got a mic jones (Mike Jones!) Giving a fuck, ripping it up in different time zones I know it's so apropos that it's gotta be said That I was flowing so hard in the car off the top of my head When I drove home That my own flows gave me road dome So go bone, man, but fuck it if you're celibate Screw the music if you do it 'cause you're sellin' it Well equipped, man, we do it for the hell of it Never delicate, hella ripped off the elements Earth, wind, fire, water, top rock echo box Yo man we got Cosby doing jello shots I've been tellin' em the melanin's irrelevant I'm yellin' and you'll feel it from the ceiling to the sediment Intelligent, epic, and reppin' the Bay You're trippin' if you're thinking that you're getting away [Chorus: Rafael Casal] I get up when you get down to this Keep cool, but still get loud to this When it drops just can't deny The mic's turned off but I'm amplified So if you want to ride This young son will come out tonight And this one tongue will give out the vibe With this mic off I'm still amplified (I'm still amplified) [Verse 2: Watsky] The sun is comin' up and runnin' through me If weather is gettin' better, don't be gloomy Let's get together, gather up and get it moving and If you don't like my motherfuckin' music, sue me A new me, a new reason to be so unseasonably fine The ill summer grill serving supper with free sides Cut to the 'B' side It's Watsky covered in batter and butter and refried The speakers are pushin' the roof The tweeters the woofers are proof The meters are up in the booth The subs, the mids, the highs The highers, the lows, the cones all bump Duh, we're amped, that's the god damn truth We flowing low in this moment only to sew and be growin' over the roses and now that we broke it open we know that we're dope enough we're hopin' no one just can't get live This is how we get amplified! [Chorus: Rafael Casal] I get up when you get down to this Keep cool, but still get loud to this When it drops just can't deny The mic's turned off but I'm amplified So if you want to ride This young son will come out tonight And this one tongue will give out the vibe With this mic off I'm still amplified (amplified) [Verse 3: Rafael Casal] Yeah I got something to speak on On the kind of song once heard you just keep on We out in Cali here keeping the trees blown So lean on me, need more gain than Freeman Turn me up a little I'ma get a reaction Yeah the game's filled up with a little distraction But I'm passionate, yes, somewhat of a Manson Here to murder words, maybe hold the rest of 'em ransom Wonderin' what I'm gonna do to blow all them lids back I tell 'em to get back, that's how we leave an impact In track-form, if you don't feel me then give me my disc back And be ready to get you a diss track Shit man, I'm playing but somewhat of a monster When I get down to laying these songs Soon we'll be there at a concert Playing as loud as the Bay will allow Watsky, good thing you're around to lead the crowd