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Who's in charge here? Who's in charge here?
(We're taking over tonight)
I said who's in charge here? We're in charge here?
(Raise your hands if you're feeling alright)
Who's in charge? Who's in charge? Who's in charge?
(We've come to take back the night)
We're in charge. We're in charge. We're in charge.
(Raise your hands if you're feeling alright)

[vs1]
Pre-performance rituals silly but it's critical
Been practicing for hours and still hoping for a miracle
Every crowd is different and the mission is to satisfy
The need to be the freshest in the room not just because he's white
Because he sees the need to switch the scenery
Repeatedly sworn to secrecy the stories streets could keep
Hidden in the foggy mist of morning shifts and sack lunches
Sick of feeling overworked and hates the way his back hunches
Mad hungry. Past loves and regrets get reset while on stage
So he over books to compensate for song plays
Long days longer nights school work and he's off to write
No time to be wasted he's making history, history!
Staring at the mirror singing picture of me picture me rolling
hoping this path is golden
hold in the book he wrote in
trying to perfect the flow let's
hop in the car and go
off to the show so he can kick the door in like....

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[vs2]
Pre-performance rituals silly but it's critical
His nerves are racked he serves a glass, courage is what this picture holds
In liquid form this liquid gold paid for by the tickets sold
To friends and fam and loyal fans who watched him grow from boy to man through Music
And the truth is he sick of living life like a nuisance
Dreams of living in a house with a few kids
And a new car and a good wife that's the good life to him
Like a new bike with rims
For his son he's always on the run never ever seems like his job is done
Who's this? Who's that?
Who spit cool raps?
Shake hands, give daps
Mainstream, backpack
She's cool, he's whack
He's white, she's black
Conceit, give back, it's building up!
Mental notes he's written up and the time is come
To show these folks how the mic gets done, no time to run
Eyes bright like the shining sun, name shakes and it ends in one
He turns to face the crowd
The DJ plays the sounds
And just like he practiced he proceeds to break it down like
Then everybody broke it down like let's break it down like

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