Brass Rush

(here we go) (uh) Watch the clock ticking down as I step

to the mic With a spark in the dark and a flame

in the night Got the rhythm and the flow and I'm ready

to write Every single syllable is coming out tight Never stop never

drop when I run on the track Got the weight on my

chest but I'm carrying the pack And I spit like a bullet

from a gun on the attack Take a look at what I

did there's no turning back (hah)

When the brass starts to blow and the bass gets low Yeah

we ready for the main event ready for the show

(turn it up)

Blow the horn turn it up make the speakers shake

This is the moment that we finally make

We break the walls down and we take the crown

Yeah the trumpet sounds all over town (yeah!)

Back on the grind and I'm ahead of my time I make

a mountain of a hill with the words in my rhyme They

try to slow me but I climb to the peak of the

line Every beat that I touch is destined to shine

Listen to the horn blow (shhhh) Let the tempo go

Yeah, we out (trumpet

fades

to silence)