Don’t look for the headlights.
Watch the rearview shake.
Yeah.
That’s me.
Your speakers filed a complaint,
Claimed cruel and unusual bass.
Said the cone got thrown from the frame,
And the amp needs a witness-protection name.
I don’t pull up, I arrive like a quake.
You feel me three exits away
Before you ever see my face.
Your speakers filed a complaint.
Boom—there goes the block.
Boom—there goes the trunk.
Boom—there goes your warranty.
Turn me up.
Rearview mirror doing backflips,
License plate speaking in ad-libs,
Cup holders walking off their shift,
Every loose screw trying to abandon ship.
Volume knob past common sense,
Low end bending the evidence.
Whole car built like a monument
To irresponsible measurements.
I don’t need to tell them I’m outside.
The windows send the warning sign.
By the time I cross the county line,
Your floorboards already keeping time.
No horn, no engine, no introduction,
Just pressure waves and structural discussion.
Your system thought it had some production,
Mine made yours request reconstruction.
They said, “Turn it down.”
I said, “Which part?”
The bass in the trunk
Or the bass in your heart?
Never mind.
Your speakers filed a complaint,
Claimed cruel and unusual bass.
Said the cone got thrown from the frame,
And the amp needs a witness-protection name.
I don’t pull up, I arrive like a quake.
You feel me three exits away
Before you ever see my face.
Your speakers filed a complaint.
Sub in the trunk with a pulse like a giant,
Rumble through the road, make the whole lane silent.
Bassline violent, frequency defiant,
Meter hit red, but the mix stay giant.
Pressure in the cabin, glass start flexing,
Every intersection knows my direction.
Don’t need GPS, follow the compression.
Whole city shaking when I make an entrance.
Thirty hertz crawling underneath the pavement,
Concrete trembling, trying to make a statement.
Neighbors know the song and I haven’t even played it.
Bass got there first, now the vocals getting famous.
I got earthquake settings and thunderstorm trim.
When the beat drops out, let the darkness breathe in.
Then the low end lands like the ground caved in.
Your speakers saw mine and immediately gave in.
I paid for the bass.
The bass paid rent.
Whole neighborhood knows
Where the money went.
One hit for the doors.
Two hits for the glass.
Three hits—
—now nothing in your system lasts.
Your speakers filed a complaint,
Claimed cruel and unusual bass.
Said the cone got thrown from the frame,
And the amp needs a witness-protection name.
I don’t pull up, I arrive like a quake.
You feel me three exits away
Before you ever see my face.
Your speakers filed a complaint.
Your speakers filed a complaint.
The whole sound system named my name.
Your warranty walked off the case.
Your dashboard started losing faith.
I don’t pull up, I alter the place,
Leave every mirror out of shape.
Before you ever see my face,
Your speakers filed a complaint.
You heard me coming?
Nah.
You felt me coming.