Fire In The Booth
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Fire In The Booth
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Sound the alarm, there's fire in the booth
The type of record that'll violate a room
Gotcha boots walkin', get a mile in or two
It’s the Storm, y'all, callin' all troops
Watch out now, there's fire in the booth
The type of music that annihilate a dude
On-time arrival, like a pilot'd do
It's the Storm, y'all, callin' all troops
Turn it up and let it violate the room
Got ya speakers takin' off like we were flying to the moon
And you can say it, but cha lyin' if ya do
And ain't nobody you know can run thru it, the way we do it
Get it started like there ain't nothin' to it
Push the limits to the level that they can't undo it
Even if ya don't, act like you knew it
We just hit the pedal, and we put a lane right through it
I came to rock it, 'cause I Cain like Abel
Break bread with my brethren, 'cause ain't no one leavin'
Run the party from the point like two turntables
And put it straight in the water, we don't need no labels
Don't bump my table, I got, brothas in my corner that are willin' and able
Apologize in advance if you are my neighbor
'Cause the party starts now and ends two months later
Engine, engine #9, put your hands up in the sky
Now wave them like you learned to fly
Pick it up, pick it up, put it back
Engine, engine #9, on the New York transit line
If my train goes off the track
Pick it up, pick it up, put it back
Sound the alarm, there's fire in the booth
The type of record that'll violate a room
Gotcha boots walkin', get a mile in or two
It’s the Storm, y'all, callin' all troops
Watch out now, there's fire in the booth
The type of music that annihilate a dude
On-time arrival, like a pilot'd do
It's the Storm, y'all, callin' all troops
Welcome to the show
East, west, north, south coast
Toronto got me on lock like Vault doors
Fist pumpin' if ya proud to be atcha post
Raise those glasses, if ya more Yes, less no
Get it poppin', we goin' for the gusto
Nobody slackin', let's go, no no shows
It's time to move on if ya can't let it go, yo
'Cause we packin' the room from the front to the back door
I came to rock it, 'cause I Cain like Abel
Break bread with my brethren, 'cause ain't no one leavin'
Run the party from the point like two turntables
And put it straight in the water, we don't need no labels
Don't bump my table, I got, brothas in my corner that are willin' and able
Apologize in advance if you are my neighbor
'Cause the party starts now and ends two months later
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