Johnnie Wilson - 15 - Yr 12 - Freshman Takeover
[A high-energy, fast-paced hip-hop track with a dynamic and powerful sound. The beat is hard-hitting and complex, with a relentless, percussive rhythm. The atmosphere is aggressive and confident, full of youthful swagger and verbal acrobatics. The vocals are a rapid-fire, rhythmic rap with a constant change in tempo, delivered with a sense of purpose and leadership. The song is an unstoppable force of energy.]
Johnnie Wilson - 15 - Yr 12 - Freshman Takeover
[A high-energy, fast-paced hip-hop track with a dynamic and powerful sound. The beat is hard-hitting and complex, with a relentless, percussive rhythm. The atmosphere is aggressive and confident, full of youthful swagger and verbal acrobatics. The vocals are a rapid-fire, rhythmic rap with a constant change in tempo, delivered with a sense of purpose and leadership. The song is an unstoppable force of energy.]
Lyrics
Verse 1
Hard-hitting, complex hip-hop beat with a driving, percussive rhythm
Freshman year on the varsity, yeah, the new blood, we're the fresh meat
In the gym 'fore the sun up, stayin' 'til the clock complete
Upperclassmen mad, givin' us the bad side-eye
'Cause we here to take over, yeah, we here to make 'em fly!
Last year they won three games, I'm just sayin', that's a shame
We came in to fix it, yeah, we're here to win the whole game!
They ain't see it comin', no, they never knew the way
This a whole new team, from the very first day!
Chorus
Vocals get even faster, more percussive, almost a chant
Got the stripes on my sleeves and I got the keys from the word jump
Starting point guard, yeah, that's me, make the whole court jump
Newspaper guy learned my name, yeah, he wrote it down in a rhyme
Won 'em over, showed 'em how to win, yeah, it's our time!
Verse 2
The air was thick with the jealousy, like a hot and humid street
But I knew the whole playbook, yeah, from his head to his feet
Called out his signature moves, every last one of their plays
Knew their entire game plan from the earliest of their days
They looked at me in silence, with a brand new kind of awe
A new sense of trust, yeah, they had to break the old law
Told 'em "We here to make you better, we're gonna see it through"
If we on the court together, there ain't nothin' we can't do!
Chorus
Vocals get even faster, more percussive, almost a chant
Got the stripes on my sleeves and I got the keys from the word jump
Starting point guard, yeah, that's me, make the whole court jump
Newspaper guy learned my name, yeah, he wrote it down in a rhyme
Won 'em over, showed 'em how to win, yeah, it's our time!
Outro
Beat continues for a few bars, then fades out abruptly with the sound of a buzzer and a crowd roaring
"Busta, busta, busta, yeah, we got it now!"