

Yeah, turn the monitors up.
Let 'em hear the resonance.
Aux cables hanging like a weapon of choice Purple hair,
quiet girl, but a thunderous voice Plugs in the earlobes,
tapping on the floor Listening to structural weakness in the door
I hear your heartbeat from three rooms away Analyze the tactics,
nothing left to say Amplifier boots got the concrete shaking This is
more than music, it's a history we're making (Yeah,
they hear it coming)
(One, two, check the levels) From the background to the front of
the stage Watch the frequency climb as we turn the page
(get ready,
get ready)
Turn it up, feel the bass when I step in the zone,
Jack your heart with the sound,
now the beat’s my throne,
Hear the pulse, hear the rhythm,
every note hits hard,
Plug it in, let it blast — I’m the sound of Class
1-A! No fear, no doubt,
I’m breaking through the noise,
Every shockwave that I send is a weapon in my voice,
From the stage to the fight,
yeah, I’m ready to go,
Jiro on the beat — let the whole world know!
Underestimate the punk-rock aesthetic Thinking that my sonic waves are just athletic
Cancelling your signal, high-fidelity defense Making every villain feel the pressure get
intense Heartbeat distortion, amplifying the core Got the hero course begging me
to give them some more Plugs in the ground,
send the tremor to your feet Class One-A,
we don't accept defeat
Yeah.
Jiro on the track.
That's how we close the show.
(unplugging cords)