ACC3 - Get Down 25, Get Up 26 (Solo) (Prod. ACC3 FM®)
Aggressive rap-rock track fusing distorted guitars, pounding industrial drums, and layered synth textures. Verses deliver forceful rap over syncopated hip-hop beats; choruses burst with full-throttle rock instrumentation and shouted group vocals. Breakdowns highlight mechanical samples and bass-heavy grooves.
ACC3 - Get Down 25, Get Up 26 (Solo) (Prod. ACC3 FM®)
Aggressive rap-rock track fusing distorted guitars, pounding industrial drums, and layered synth textures. Verses deliver forceful rap over syncopated hip-hop beats; choruses burst with full-throttle rock instrumentation and shouted group vocals. Breakdowns highlight mechanical samples and bass-heavy grooves.
Lyrics
ACC3 — Get Down 25, Get Up 26 (New Year’s Eve) (Solo)
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Verse 1
Twenty-five on the floor, glass ring on the tile,
I kissed the dirt, learned the lesson, bled a while.
Calendar burned, but the scars stayed loud,
I kept my spine straight even bowed by the crowd.
They said “slow down,” I said “watch me break,”
Every fall taught me how hard to wake.
I counted my losses like rounds in a clip,
Loaded tomorrow with a meaner grip.
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Hook
Get down 25, get up 26—
Hands still shaking but the heart won’t quit.
Midnight cuts deep, hear the crowd remix:
Get down 25—get up 26!
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Verse 2
Bills on the table, dreams on delay,
I learned how to starve without losing my say.
Friends turned echoes, fake love expired,
I fed the fire when the hope got tired.
If pain’s a language, I speak it fluent,
Turned pressure to steel, kept moving through it.
No clean slate—nah, just a harder vow,
I don’t erase the past, I weaponize now.
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Hook
Get down 25, get up 26—
Knuckles bruised but the pulse still ticks.
Midnight cuts deep, hear the crowd remix:
Get down 25—get up 26!
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Verse 3
I danced with doubt in a room full of smoke,
Every promise cracked like a bad old joke.
When luck went missing, I made my own,
Built steps from the rubble, climbed bone by bone.
I paid my dues in sweat and nights,
Kept my mouth shut, sharpened fights.
The clock don’t care, it just keeps score—
I kicked that door like I did before.
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Verse 4
Guitars scream back when the truth gets loud,
Kick drum hits like a fist in the crowd.
I don’t need blessings, I need ignition,
Turn every “no” into ammunition.
Champagne lies taste flat and thin,
I toast to the grind and the will to win.
If the year wants blood, I bleed on beat,
Stand back up with the street in my teeth.
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Hook
Get down 25, get up 26—
No fairy tales, just scars that stick.
Midnight cuts deep, hear the crowd remix:
Get down 25—get up 26!
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Verse 5
I counted seconds like steps to a cliff,
Jumped anyway, learned how to lift.
Every mistake left ink on my skin,
Map of the war I survived within.
They love the rise, hate the grind in between,
I lived the scenes they never seen.
If tomorrow’s a fight, lace up tonight,
I step into dawn with a mouth full of bite.
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Verse 6
Fireworks fade, but the hunger stays,
New numbers flip, same savage ways.
I don’t beg the future, I grab its throat,
Drag it to daylight, make it vote.
If I fall again, I’ll land with intent,
Break the cement where my knee was bent.
Say it with me till the echoes mix:
Get down 25—get up 26!
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Outro — chanted
Down—then up!
Break—then fix!
Get down 25—get up 26!
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