[Intro] Yeah. Check the level on the mic. Dusty vinyl, steady groove. Watch how I play with this. [Verse 1] I step in, mic check, crackle on the needle Flow so sharp, pass a camel through a needle They talk big game, but their bars look budget I write one line and the whole scene judge it No autotune, no fake shiny polish I take a clean beat, rewrite and demolish Got the Detroit bounce with a midwest flow They ask how I do it, like I'm running a show Pockets full of rhymes, dynamic with the cadence Leaving every competitor stuck in the basement I don't race nobody, I just set the pace Put a grin on my lips while I take up space! [Chorus] Catch the bounce! (Yeah!) Bounce to the beat! Catch the bounce! (Yeah!) Running the street! Electric piano with the kick and the snare! Catch the bounce! (Yeah!) Throw your hands in the air! [Verse 2] Punchlines landing like a heavyweight champ Dusty piano loop, electric and damp They want the secret recipe? I cooked it from scratch Throw a million pretenders, ain't a single one match Quick-witted, cold-headed, sharp with the tongue I was doing this stuff back when I was young Grit from the 2000s, vinyl in the vein Turn the volume to the max, let 'em feel the strain I ain't boasting, I'm just listing the facts Riding on the beat, now I double the tracks! [Chorus] Catch the bounce! (Yeah!) Bounce to the beat! Catch the bounce! (Yeah!) Running the street! Electric piano with the kick and the snare! Catch the bounce! (Yeah!) Throw your hands in the air! [Outro] Yeah. Playful, but dangerous. Keep the vinyl spinning. Head-nod continuous. [Abrupt Stop] [End]
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