Right right right right up all night 

It is I, Sharlok P with my mic device 

Requesting you put it down if you ain’t rocking it right 

Believe the hype I’m nice it’s confidence not conceit 

At my best every time that I’m given a little beat 

It’s like woo hoo sweet to my soul 

Good to be alive and recognized high globe 

On top of the game with the fame unique 

LAS with every breath you speak 

So where oh where would I be without my little turntable 

(Aw aw aw) Man I’m living in the city where culture is on pause 

And if you can’t strum a guitar you ain’t a star 

No hating the kid grew up in a band brat 

In the brass section like the one’s on track 

So rock skate roll bounce the Son’s coming up 

Are you prepared for the love 



It’s for the skaters and rhyme sayers (right) 

The rock climbers and b ball players (right) 

Video game freaks bringing heat (right) 

Computer geeks staying up all night 

To all the people with fresh kicks (right) 

To everyone who went and copped this (right) 

LA Symphony with the FistPic (right) 

We’re making hits staying up all night 



Simple and plain in the name of fame shoot for the stars 

We raise the bar in other words we’re making it hard 

Inter the yard we’re taking over step by step tour the world abroad 

While other crews they slept 

Mic in fist screaming at the top of my lungs who want some 

Because I’m way far from done 

Wave your ones put a finger in the sky for unity 

Sharlok Poems Flynn and Maj a thing of beauty 

Where’s the love (here) where’s the passion 

Right about now it’s in my tracks and my rapping 

I never doubt it no I never stop 

100% relevant hip hop 

No it’s not a plug it’s my number 1 motive 

Put a grin on your face and through the song you hold it 

(Bring it back) Bring it back come rewind 

Then play it again at least another hundred times 



This is for my homeboys and home girls 

Banging this loud and in their own world 

Moving to the beat of their own drum 

Getting nothing done staying up all night 



Bridge 

Let the rhythm hit them high 

Let the rhythm hit them low 

Feel the bass line travel and shake the whole globe 

Like to hear it? Hear it come turn up your stereo 

If you driving put your car in park and let the drums roll 

Open your trunk let me see what you got 

I wanna spit a little something that’ll shake your block 

Yeah I’m a spinna (ok) but enough already 

See my people keep forgetting that I don’t do weddings 

Birthday parties, bar mitzvah or Christmas and THE NAME’S MAJ 

So please get it right mista 

What a relief, enough said okay 

Be on the look part 2 BoogiRoot mix tape 



To the breakers and the beat breakers (right) 

To the DJs and innovators (right) 

Working hard now and chilling later (right) 

Creating bangers staying up all night