🎵 SHOW ME YOUR 40 Hook (x2) Show me your 40, hands steady, no slippin’, Every stroke clean, discipline in the rhythm. From the block to the stage, you can’t fake this score, If you know then you know — 40 ways and more. --- Verse 1 I came up on the pad, turned the street to my lab, Single stroke quick jab, double stroke in the bag. Left-right-left-right — para in the middle, Diddle flip slick, yeah I dance with the riddle. Buzz when I ride, press down when I glide, Five-stroke pride when the snare get alive. Seven in a row, keep the measure on lock, Nine-stroke swing, put the ghost in the pocket. Flam tap, flam drag, fire in my hand, Triplet Swiss swingin’ like I’m marchin’ with a band. Ratamacue crew, roll deep with the fam, Show me your 40 if you really understand. --- Hook (x2) Show me your 40, hands steady, no slippin’, Every stroke clean, discipline in the rhythm. From the block to the stage, you can’t fake this score, If you know then you know — 40 ways and more. --- Verse 2 Double drag slow, then I whip with a Ruff, Single ratamacue — that alone is enough. Triple ratamacue when I cook up the stew, Paradiddle-diddle, I can flip it on cue. Flamacue flame, that’s a burn in the set, Pataflafla, four hits you won’t forget. Cheese roll hot, gotta squeeze on the heat, Pushed flam accent, that’s a kick in the beat. Double paradiddle, I’m stacking my checks, Triple paradiddle, keep respect on deck. Lesson 25, I’m alive with the drive, Ruff tap clean, yeah I keep it all tight. --- Hook (x2) Show me your 40, hands steady, no slippin’, Every stroke clean, discipline in the rhythm. From the block to the stage, you can’t fake this score, If you know then you know — 40 ways and more. --- Verse 3 Double ratamacue, bring the storm through the night, Dragadiddle tough when I sharpen my fight. Single stroke roll, let the cannons all blast, Double stroke roll, that’s the war comin’ fast. Five-stroke, seven-stroke, eleven’s in the book, Thirteen-stroke clean, better take a close look. Seventeen deep, let the whole squad march, Paradiddle train got the groove on starch. Inverted flam tap, turn the page, new chapter, Flam accent sharp like a lyrical dagger. Swiss triplet spin, let the pocket get fat, Forty rudiments laced, yeah I live where they at. --- Bridge (Call & Response) (Drummers) Left-right, left-right, keep it on time. (Everyone) Show me your 40, the grind is divine. (Drummers) Tap-flam, drag-roll, never lose sight. (Everyone) Show me your 40, we drum through the night. --- Outro So show me your 40, can you handle the war? It ain’t just the sticks, it’s the life, it’s the core. From the practice pad grind to the stadium roar, If you ain’t got your 40, you ain’t ready for more.

Show Me Your 40