Level Boost
Sweetie
hip hop
rap
funk
deep
clean
bassline
breaks
Late-80s boom bap cypher vibe
two male vocals trading laid-back monotone verses over chunky funk chops
dusty drum breaks
punchy kick/snare
and a deep walking bass. Bluesy guitar riffs stab in the gaps
DJ scratches answer key punchlines. First verse cruises in low and unbothered
chorus hits with stacked call-and-response chants
second verse raises energy with tighter pockets and ad-libs. Warm analog-style mix; bass clean and melodic under a crisp
clear top end.
作成日：1月 7, 2026
歌詞
[Intro]
[low vocal register]Turn the volume up
Just a little bit more
We don’t raise our voices
We just raise the floor (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Step in the room, air shift, pressure drop
Cool breeze in a bomber and some high-top socks
Hands in my pockets, whole squad on hush
Every word slow-cooked, every phrase got crust
Basement-trained, crate dust on the finger tips
Pulled this groove out the groove of a vinyl flip
Walkin’ bass talkin’ like it know my name
Guitar bend, face scrunch, but the flow stay plain
I don’t chase clout, clout chase my echo
I don’t raise pitch, I just raise the level
Cool as a closed fridge, hum in the night
Laid back, but the lines still land like a right
[Chorus]
Level boost, I don’t shout, I glide
Same low tone, but I’m ten feet wide
If you feel that bump, let it ride, don’t move
We ain’t turnt up, we just turn up smooth
Level boost, I don’t shout, I glide
Same low tone, but I’m ten feet wide
If you feel that bump, let it ride, don’t move
We ain’t turnt up, we just turn up smooth
[Verse 2]
Second voice slide in from the side like a side door
Same calm eyes, but the mind like a cyborg
Laid tone, but the bar count high
Stack stats quiet, let the numbers reply
Back-to-back, tag-team, never force one word
Breath sit still while the kick gets served
Bass line walk like it’s late for a flight
Guitar lick grin in the corner of the mic
DJ carve names in the air with a scratch
We don’t flex chains, we just flex the batch
Both mics low, but the room still quake
Two flat voices with an underground quake
[Chorus]
Level boost, I don’t shout, I glide
Same low tone, but I’m ten feet wide
If you feel that bump, let it ride, don’t move
We ain’t turnt up, we just turn up smooth
[Chorus]
[low vocal register]Turn the volume up
Just a little bit more
We don’t raise our voices
We just raise the floor (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Step in the room, air shift, pressure drop
Cool breeze in a bomber and some high-top socks
Hands in my pockets, whole squad on hush
Every word slow-cooked, every phrase got crust
Basement-trained, crate dust on the finger tips
Pulled this groove out the groove of a vinyl flip
Walkin’ bass talkin’ like it know my name
Guitar bend, face scrunch, but the flow stay plain
I don’t chase clout, clout chase my echo
I don’t raise pitch, I just raise the level
Cool as a closed fridge, hum in the night
Laid back, but the lines still land like a right
[Chorus]
Level boost, I don’t shout, I glide
Same low tone, but I’m ten feet wide
If you feel that bump, let it ride, don’t move
We ain’t turnt up, we just turn up smooth
Level boost, I don’t shout, I glide
Same low tone, but I’m ten feet wide
If you feel that bump, let it ride, don’t move
We ain’t turnt up, we just turn up smooth
[Verse 2]
Second voice slide in from the side like a side door
Same calm eyes, but the mind like a cyborg
Laid tone, but the bar count high
Stack stats quiet, let the numbers reply
Back-to-back, tag-team, never force one word
Breath sit still while the kick gets served
Bass line walk like it’s late for a flight
Guitar lick grin in the corner of the mic
DJ carve names in the air with a scratch
We don’t flex chains, we just flex the batch
Both mics low, but the room still quake
Two flat voices with an underground quake
[Chorus]
Level boost, I don’t shout, I glide
Same low tone, but I’m ten feet wide
If you feel that bump, let it ride, don’t move
We ain’t turnt up, we just turn up smooth
[Chorus]