1. D-Batteries (Intro)

(The sound of a heavy plastic handle being grabbed. The "clack-clack" of a cassette tape being inserted. A massive, fuzzy bass hum begins.)

Verse: Eight D-cells just to make the heart beat, Carrying the rhythm on the shoulders of the street. This ain't a stream, this is a physical force, Taking the culture back straight to the source. The chrome is polished and the speakers are blown, The loudest vibration that you ever have known. One handle, two cones, and a world of a sound, Welcome to the frequency where legends are found.

2. 120 Decibels

(Fast-paced, high-energy. Features heavy scratching and a "call and response" hook.)

Chorus: (Scratch: Bring the noise!) Turn it up until the windows start to rattle, This ain't a song, it’s a sonic-wave battle. (Scratch: Check the mic!) One-twenty decibels, piercing through the air, If you’re looking for the vibe, yeah, you know it’s right here.

Verse: I’m a high-output lyricist, maxing out the meter, Blowing out the woofer and I’m melting down the tweeter. I don't need a stadium, I just need a sidewalk, Let the drums do the heavy lifting when the pride talk. From the Bronx to the world, it’s a portable party, Moving like a freight train, feeling like a Ferrari. Copper wires in my veins, silver grill in the front, Giving every listener exactly what they want.

3. Tape Hiss

(A mellow, jazzy track with a prominent "hiss" in the background. Reflects on the analog days and the imperfections of life.)

Verse 1: There’s beauty in the static, there’s truth in the noise, Back when we were girls and we were little-bitty boys. Recording off the radio, waiting for the jam, Trying to figure out exactly who the hell I am. The tape’s getting thin and the quality is fading, But that’s the price you pay for the history we’re making. Life is like a cassette, yeah, it’s got two sides, One for the celebrations, one for where the pain hides.

Chorus: Just a little tape hiss, a little bit of grit, The imperfections make the whole thing fit. Don't digitalize me, keep it on the reel, I want the world to hear exactly how I feel.

4. Street Corner Symphony

(A rhythmic, percussive track that uses city sounds—sirens, shouting, basketballs bouncing—as part of the beat.)

Verse 2: The boombox is the conductor, the street is the stage, Writing out a masterpiece on a concrete page. The breakdancers spinning on a piece of cardboard, The graffiti on the train is the gospel of the Lord. It’s a symphony of sirens and the heavy bass thud, Hip hop is the water and the street is the mud. We mix it all together till the flavor is right, Projecting pure energy through the middle of the night.

5. Fast Forward (Outro)

(The sound of a tape winding at high speed. The music gets "pitch-shifted" up and then suddenly stops with a "click.")

Spoken Word: We spent so much time rewinding, Trying to catch a moment we missed. But you can't live in the replay. The batteries die. The tape snaps. The plastic cracks. But the sound? The sound stays in the air forever. Carry it with you. The Boombox is off. But the neighborhood is still vibrating. Eject.