Strutting like he’s the king of the ring In his head, a never-ending spring Looks in the mirror then starts to sing, “Oh, what joy my greatness brings.”

Claims he’s a gem, a real treasure, living life in full measure But we all see it, leisure, his greatness no one ever could measure Watch him parade all in vain, a spectacle, a self-made chain In his world, he reigns and entertains But in ours, just a comic stain

Speaks of conquests, tales tall as towers In his tales, he devours But truth be told, he only cowers in the face of real powers Thinks he’s the sun, the center stage, but he’s just a bird in his cage In his story, he is the sage, but to us, just a passing page

And here’s to the kingdom of his own dream In his bubble, a supreme beam, a toast to his grand scheme, but to us, just a laugh, a supreme meme

In the rhythm of the night, we found our fight
And in the echoes of the void, In every beat, every chord
And in shadows and light the spirits take flight      

And we dance in defiance, in techno alliance against the silence
And in the heart of the machine, our souls ignite 
Burning bright, O' in the depths of night

Voices in the current electric and raw
Questioning the order, and now breaking every law
In polarity we found our clarity, rebuilding in unity

And we dance in defiance, in techno alliance against the silence
And in the heart of the machine, our souls ignite 
Burning bright, O' in the depths of night, O' in the depth of night

And we dance in defiance, in techno alliance against the silence
And in the heart of the machine, our souls ignite
Burning bright, O' in the depths of night, O' in the depth of night

And in us the ability to rebell in unity and challenge the authority

Beneath the surface, a silent scream
Awakening from dreams and challenging regimes
With every chord, with every rhyme
We're the voice of this age, where the sign of the time

And in the echoes of the system we find our rhythm
And in the pulse of the night, a dance of resistance
In every beat, our truth is found, we hold our ground

And we dance in defiance, in techno alliance against the silence
In the heart of the machine, our souls ignite, burning bright

In us the ability to rebell in unity and challenging authority

Groove in the wire, bassline on a fire
Papa J's mixin', the digital choir
Beats from the future and funk from the past
Dial up the stereo, this vibe's gonna last

Electric soul, in digital shoes
Riding the waves, no time to lose

Papa J's stereo, it's a digital feast
Funk in the air, from west to east
Bass in your bones, rhythm in your voice
When the track hits, you got no choice

Now Dance Motherfucker

Synths like the lightning and thunderous drums
The crowd's ignited, the bassline hums
Retro visions in a modern frame
Papa J's sound it’s never tame

Papa J's stereo, where past and the future meet
Funky foundations, with a digital beat
Turn up the volume, let the sound rejoice
In Papa J's world, we've got no choice

From the beat of the 70s, to the edge to the now
Papa J's mixing, showing us how
A fusion of era, blending so fine
In this digital stereo, era entwines

Papa J, Papa J, in the stereo light
Lead us through the funk, into the night

Papa J's stereo, it's a digital lore
Funk and bass, could you ask for more?
Feel the vibration, in every choice
Papa J's digital, with a human voice

Miami streets, they shine so bright, under neon lights, we find blood in the night
Beneath the gloss, the sheen, the gleam, lies a story not so bright it seems
 

Crime on the rise, in paradise, 

Crime on the rise, in paradise, where the vice grips tight, and the stakes are high

Crime on the rise, in paradise

Crime on the rise, in paradise

In the heart of the night, where the shadows dwell
Lies a tale of a city, caught between heaven and hell, between heaven and hell
But we're whispering secrets, in the neon blood rain. In the city of sun, now drowned in the gun

Blood on the rise in paradise

Blood on the rise in paradise

Step into the scene, it's the '80s dream, Miami's glow, it's all agleam. But the glitter and gold, it's just a screen, hides the blight unseen, it's so obscene

Blood on the rise in paradise

Blood on the rise in paradise

Blood on the rise in paradise

 
In the shadows of vice, no light to entice, in the longest night, we've paid the price. For a city so bold, now just stories of old, of the lost, the young, and the cold.

From the ashes, we stare, with despair in our glare. Shadows clash, in silent pain. In the city of sun, now drowned in the gun