Parole ... Hip hop / rap. Explosive intro. Combative, anthemic, fiery & ...Hip hop / rap. Explosive intro. Combative, anthemic, fiery & motivational. Hip hop song about competition, inner strength & team spirit. Male rapping, bright synth brass stabs, claps & tubular bells. Suggested for team sports, highlights & fighting sports.
Dangerous
Daily departed We came and we started
Armed and I’m dangerous I can’t be guarded
Foul on the play foul and you pay
I cannot be carded
Just aim for the target
Bow bow bow
Chasing the title we Jones
The circle got smaller we came for the victory I
Eyes on the prize
We running low out of time
My watch on a killing spree
Gotta make sure it gets me
We got a chance to make history
Roasting my competition
Just go fishing and get you a boat
We the best ain’t no need for a vote
I walk on the field I help the team get a lead
What you need 6 or we shooting for 3
Showtime yeah I’m ready to speak
More time, I’m ready to be
Goal line, I’m ready to free spree
The lights are on it’s time to perform
You hear that I’m ready
Just listen to the horns
Daily departed We came and we started
Armed and I’m dangerous I can’t be guarded
Foul on the play foul and you pay
Parole ... Hip hop / rap. Hip hop song exalting team spirit, motivation, ...Hip hop / rap. Hip hop song exalting team spirit, motivation, confidence in strength & victory. Bouncy, confident, ambitious & insistent in a spirit of togetherness. Male rapping, repetitive keyboard hook & heavy hip hop beat. Suggested for fight sports, basketball & others team sports.
We Up
This ain’t a game
I came with gang
Look how we run it
The hustle and pain is just not the same
I came from the gutter
Whole team limitless
Never settle we above
Whole crowd showing love
Overcame when they couldn’t believe
Heart sweat tears blood on the leaves
Opposition they ain’t want with me
Competition it ain’t nothing for me
Everybody on the line
Tryna see how much tally for the grind
They ain’t never wasting time
'Cause verything is on the line
Yeah we bout blow
I beg your pardon this ain’t for fame
I sound like EA, all in the game
I was bread from the top of the grain
Ice veins in my blood ain’t the same
David Copperfield, I was in the field
When they disappear
Had to keep it real
Cause we, up
We on the up
Team going up
We run it up
We on the - up, up, up, up
We on the - up, up, up, up
We on the up
Team going up
We run it up
We on the - up, up, up, up
We on the - up, up, up, up
All we know is win, win, win, win
My whole team look like a army we go in, in, in
They keep doubting what we bout
Switch plays and then we Audi the route
Y’all lames wanna do it for clout
Making plays when I’m in and I’m out
Sick days what you talking about?
We don’t take days off
Take plays off
Hall of Fame with my name drawn
Put my city and my gang on
See these trophies that I hang on
That’s why I'm the King of the Hill
Buffalos running up with the bills
Cold world like I rap from the ville
I need confetti to fall from the bleachers
I need announcements to come from the speakers
I need my rings like Kobe and Lisa
Cause we, up
We on the up
Team going up
We run it up
We on the - up, up, up
We on the - up, up, up
We on the up
Team going up
We run it up
Team going up - up, up, up
We on the - up, up, up
We on the - up, up, up