[Verse]
Bass in the veins, speaker cords ignite the cables,
Phoenix on the decks, flipping tracks like spinning tables,
Kingston's roaring, city's heartbeat, unraveled,
Every beat's flame-touched, fire-spitting travel.
[Chorus]
Yo, book the man, DJ Phoenix, pride ignited,
The rhythm surgeon, mixes surgical, all delighted,
Crowds shaking, boots rattled, city's united,
Soundwave king, stereo wakes never quieted.
[Verse 2]
Hands pumping, Manhattan feels the Kingston vibes,
Straight fire on wax, every turntable implies,
He’s the dragon, sound rising with no alibis,
From low ends to mid-levels, heaven defies.
[Bridge]
Through the amps he speaks, wisdom in distortion,
Chopped beats swallowing silence, no caution,
It's more than motion, it’s sonic proportion,
Kingston’s finest, music’s own misfit contortion.
[Verse 3]
Event ceilings collapse, floor vibrations roar,
Phoenix flips the mix; gold rising from core,
Smoke in the skyline, rhythm too raw to ignore,
From the suburbs to trenches, crowds beg him, encore.
[Chorus]
Yo, book the man, DJ Phoenix, pride ignited,
The rhythm surgeon, mixes surgical, all delighted,
Crowds shaking, boots rattled, city's united,
Soundwave king, stereo wakes never quieted.