Move The Crowd

I'm irregular, towering like cellular
Acting like you was in it from the start
Yeah the hell you were
Mistaken your reality
Tell em "my mom's proud of me"
But you ain't ever had a
Fuckin verse become a salary
You're just like empty calories
Bullshit that doesn't matter see
Cuz it's the couching distance reggae sound
They all want to be
Bumping it at a cookout
Subwoofer getting shook out
And for everybody waiting to sing
Here come the hook now

We good yeah we got it like that
Put the bass in their face
Till their body collapse
Yeah we move the crowd
And nobody stands still
Yeah it's one love, on one beat
And all on the same chill

We good yeah we got it like that
Put the bass in their face
Till their body collapse
Yeah we move the crowd
And nobody stands still
Yeah it's one love, on one beat
And all on the same chill

If you're with the Distance
Go and ball your fists and
Put them to the motherfucking sky
Like a resistance
United with the purpose, a danceable public service
The 'up strokes' on 'off beats' and 'one drops' (they nervous)
Yeah this shit is serious, melody so delirious
From punk rock to hip hop, a new reggae experience
So tell him when they ask
"What's the sound in the speaker?"
It's Couching Distance reggae
Going hard like a tweaker

We good yeah we got it like that
Put the bass in their face
Till their body collapse
Yeah we move the crowd
And nobody stands still
Yeah it's one love, on one beat
And all on the same chill

We good yeah we got it like that
Put the bass in their face
Till their body collapse
Yeah we move the crowd
And nobody stands still
Yeah it's one love, on one beat
And all on the same chill

Yeah I'm going to rock it next
I'm going to grab the mic and spit
Vocab that's lava temp equivalent
No special sentiment, adding party element
Couching Distance reggae take em
Where they haven't headed yet
Now they finally listening
Whistling and anticipating
What the distance going to give him next
When the rhythm hit
Rock em back on their heels
Cuz they know we fuckin kill
It's the Couching Distance vibe
That they all want to feel
So real it's tangible
Something you just can't control
We move the fuckin crowd
From here to fuckin Istanbul
Drop the fuckin bass again
Give me a little taste and then
Just enough distance get em hooked
Like their on heroin
They're coming back for this reggae
No, they never heard before
They feel the fuckin vibe and instantly
They can't ignore
The one drop isms
Dropping on your isms
Dropping mad skisms on your face
With Shizms, isms, wisms

We good yeah we got it like that
Put the bass in their face
Till their body collapse
Yeah we move the crowd
And nobody stands still
Yeah it's one love, on one beat
And all on the same chill

We good yeah we got it like that
Put the bass in their face
Till their body collapse
Yeah we move the crowd
And nobody stands still
Yeah it's one love, on one beat
And all on the same chill