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