(Intro – Beatbox)
Btk—pf—tss—krr—boom!
Yeah… this breath built me.
(Verse 1)
Ever since eight I was drumming on desks,
Teachers saying “quiet,” I was chasing progress.
Kick, snare, hi-hat living in my chest,
No drum kit needed, just air and finesse.
Hip hop raised me, showed me the code,
Graff in my notebook, rhythm in my soul.
Four elements deep, I found the fifth,
Vocal percussion with a lyrical gift.
Watching Biz Markie rock a crowd with breath alone,
Made me realize this could be my throne.
From “boots and cats” to complex stacks,
Layered bass lines and inward attacks.
(Hook)
Since I was eight, I’ve been building with breath,
Turning doubt into drive, giving silence a death.
It’s a hip hop element, I carry it proud,
From my bedroom walls to a festival crowd.
Scotland in my heart, world in my tone,
With a mic in my hand I’m already home.
(Verse 2)
Late nights grinding, replay on the screen,
Studying flows till my patterns were clean.
D-Low taught me precision and technical grace,
Clicks in position, bass locked in place.
Then King Inertia with the power so raw,
Sub bass shaking every jaw.
I pushed my limits, shaped my tone,
Built full tracks standing alone.
People called it weird, said “get real drums,”
But they felt that quake when the low end comes.
Beatboxing’s culture, history, art,
Breath to the mic straight from the heart.
(Hook)
Since I was eight, yeah the journey’s been long,
Every inhale a verse, every exhale a song.
It’s more than a hobby, it’s who I’ve become,
808 heartbeat in the tip of my tongue.
(Verse 3)
Now I’m repping the north where the cold winds roam,
Bagpipes in the air but I carve my own tone.
BeatBox Scotland on my back, that’s the team I claim,
Building up the culture, elevating the name.
From playground rhythm to stages bright,
From shy little kid to commanding the mic.
Beatbox in my blood, hip hop in my fate,
Still chasing that feeling I felt at eight.
(Outro – Beatbox fade)
Btk—pf—krr—boom…
Breath is life.
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