Fire in the Booth - I AM THE STORM

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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

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

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