Fire In The Booth

I Am The Storm

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    Sound the alarm, there's fire in the booth
    The type of record that'll violate a room
    Gotcha boots walkin', get a mile in or two
    It’s the Storm, y'all, callin' all troops
    Watch out now, there's fire in the booth
    The type of music that annihilate a dude
    On-time arrival, like a pilot'd do
    It's the Storm, y'all, callin' all troops

    Turn it up and let it violate the room
    Got ya speakers takin' off like we were flying to the moon
    And you can say it, but cha lyin' if ya do
    And ain't nobody you know can run thru it, the way we do it
    Get it started like there ain't nothin' to it
    Push the limits to the level that they can't undo it
    Even if ya don't, act like you knew it
    We just hit the pedal, and we put a lane right through it
    I came to rock it, 'cause I Cain like Abel
    Break bread with my brethren, 'cause ain't no one leavin'
    Run the party from the point like two turntables
    And put it straight in the water, we don't need no labels
    Don't bump my table, I got, brothas in my corner that are willin' and able
    Apologize in advance if you are my neighbor
    'Cause the party starts now and ends two months later

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    Engine, engine #9, put your hands up in the sky
    Now wave them like you learned to fly
    Pick it up, pick it up, put it back
    Engine, engine #9, on the New York transit line
    If my train goes off the track
    Pick it up, pick it up, put it back

    Sound the alarm, there's fire in the booth
    The type of record that'll violate a room
    Gotcha boots walkin', get a mile in or two
    It’s the Storm, y'all, callin' all troops
    Watch out now, there's fire in the booth
    The type of music that annihilate a dude
    On-time arrival, like a pilot'd do
    It's the Storm, y'all, callin' all troops

    Welcome to the show
    East, west, north, south coast
    Toronto got me on lock like Vault doors
    Fist pumpin' if ya proud to be atcha post
    Raise those glasses, if ya more Yes, less no
    Get it poppin', we goin' for the gusto
    Nobody slackin', let's go, no no shows
    It's time to move on if ya can't let it go, yo
    'Cause we packin' the room from the front to the back door
    I came to rock it, 'cause I Cain like Abel
    Break bread with my brethren, 'cause ain't no one leavin'
    Run the party from the point like two turntables
    And put it straight in the water, we don't need no labels
    Don't bump my table, I got, brothas in my corner that are willin' and able
    Apologize in advance if you are my neighbor
    'Cause the party starts now and ends two months later

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    Composition: Trevor McNevan and Solomon Olds

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