Watsky, Rafael Casal - Amplified lyrics
[Watsky, Rafael Casal - Amplified lyrics]
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)
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
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)
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!
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)
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
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)
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
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)
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!
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)
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