Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
P.O.D.
Vocals
Marcos Curiel
Guitar
Traa Daniels
Bass
Wuv Bernardo
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sonny Sandoval
Composer
Marcos Curiel
Composer
Noah Bernardo
Composer
Traa Daniels
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cameron Webb
Producer
Heavy
Producer
Sergio Chavez
Engineer
Texty
[Verse 1]
Same mic, new stage
I and I was born to rage
And there might be another dead boy 'pon page
These copy cats come to steal me cup
Them ain't real enough
Another big tune, wheel it up
Sonny Dread, number one champion
'Cause you know I breaks it down in a style and fashion
So keep it moshin', 'cause I'm comin' for your neck
And every mon hit the deck when you hear me sound check
[Verse 2]
Y'all got what you want, now there's no one to blame
Y'all better act like you know, I'm sick and tired of playin'
[Verse 3]
Y'all know the name, I'ma put it on a bullet, and put it your brain
[Verse 4]
DJ Selecta, sound boy killa
I'm pullin' on and on this microphone
One shot to the dome
I sit back in the cut and watch your mind get blown
[Verse 5]
DJ Selecta, sound boy killa
I'm pullin' on and on, this microphone
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[Verse 6]
Bang, bang, I see the sound ricochet
From the front to the back, inside us, they brain waves
No more originals, everybody sellin' out
The disco panic and batty boys start fallin' out
Some of them are askin' where me get it from
My heart beats to the drop of the bass and kick drum
It's a red rum outcome
Slammin' on the dance floor
We give you what you need, not what everybody asks for
Y'all got what you want, now there's no one to blame
Y'all better act like you know, I'm sick and tired of playin'
Y'all know the name, I'ma put it on a bullet, and put it your brain
[Verse 7]
DJ Selecta, sound boy killa
I'm pullin' on and on this microphone
One shot to the dome
I sit back in the cut and watch your mind get blown
[Verse 8]
DJ Selecta, sound boy killa
I'm pullin' on and on this microphone
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[Verse 9]
Another sound boy a get murdered tonight
Another rude boy them a come just to fight
Hey, Mr. DJ, it's getting harder
And it's a dancehall, is under fire
Somebody bring me along, because the sound is dyin'
Killed me along, because the sound is dead
And when I was a groupie, used to reason with a dready
He knew that I was ready, so this is what he said
[Verse 10]
"Me a rude boy, and me do rude boy things"
And one of these days, you'll know exactly what I mean
So warm, take us back lick shots upon the scene
Don't forget natty dread, give a mark of the agony"
So I was raised in the dub resurrection
One love connection, whole new dimension
Y'all know me, I don dada in this game
I do what I do so you'll remember the name
I just put it on a bullet and put it through your brain
[Verse 11]
DJ Selecta, sound boy killa
I'm pullin' on and on, this microphone
One shot to the dome
I sit back in the cut and watch your mind get blown
[Verse 12]
DJ Selecta, sound boy killa
I'm pullin' on and on, this microphone
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[Verse 13]
DJ Selecta, sound boy killa
I'm pullin' on and on, this microphone
One shot to the dome
I sit back in the cut and watch your mind get blown
[Verse 14]
DJ Selecta, sound boy killa
I'm pullin' on and on, this microphone
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Written by: Marcos Curiel, Noah Bernardo, Sonny Sandoval, Traa Daniels