Trunk Earthquake

One. Turn up bass! The sirens cry when the sub hit low Watch the sparks fly Trunk Earth quake everybody know Bay Area slap make the ground explode Rhyme strike quick like a lightning flash Flow hitting drums like a cymbal crash Every bar pounding like a piston slam Engine in the chest when the rhythm jam Bay crown shining like a molten glass Baseline deep like a canyon floor Every subwoofer wanting one drop more Street lights buzzing when the rhythm ignite Crowd outside in the summer night If the alarm start ringing in the parking lane That's the sound of a trunk earthquake whole black loose baseline thunder no excuse drunk earth quake hands up high when the sub drop low watch the sparks fly drunk earth quake let the whole town roar from the curbside lane to the corner store drunk earth quake everybody know that bay knock make the whole ground blow size make event confirmed