Battle for the Beat

Everybody wants to run the room.

Nobody wants to share it.

(oh) Here we go.

One walks in loud,

one walks in smooth,

One thinks everybody else should get the fuck out of the room.

One wants rhythm, one wants soul,

One wants every damn second underneath their control.

Everybody saying, 'Follow me,

I know the way.' Nobody listening long enough to hear what others

play. Funny thing about a room full of people wanting more— Sometimes

all that fucking noise becomes something worth listening for.

EVERYBODY WANTS THE BEAT!

EVERYBODY WANTS CONTROL! Everybody brought a piece,

nobody brought the whole!

Fight for it! Take your shot!

Show me everything you got!

But when everybody hits together— HOLY FUCK,

THAT'S WHAT I WANT!

Everybody wants the beat!

Let 'em battle, let 'em run!

FIVE DIFFERENT FUCKING VOICES— ONE RIDICULOUSLY GOOD ONE! (yeah)

One comes sharp, one comes dirty,

one comes flying through the ceiling,

One just kicks the fucking door and rearranges what you're feeling.

Copy that! Answer back!

Take the rhythm, bend the track!

Every time somebody leads it,

somebody else attacks. Thought the winner had to leave everybody underneath— Then

the whole room hit together and nearly knocked me off my feet.

...Do that again. (hahaha)

Now you're fucking showing off.

Good.

Quit trying to win it.

Listen.

There it is.

EVERYBODY WANTS THE BEAT!

NOW EVERYBODY'S GOT ONE!

Nobody disappeared— we just figured out the problem!

Bring the sharp! Bring the dirt!

Bring the beautiful and hurt!

Bring the thing that shouldn't fit— AND MAKE THE MOTHERFUCKER WORK!

Everybody wants the beat!

Turn every piece up strong!

WE SPENT THE WHOLE DAMN NIGHT FIGHTING— NOW WE'RE PLAYING THE SAME

SONG!

See?

Nobody had to win.