Play It Loud

I pledge my alligance,
To rhythm and sound.
Music is my medicine,
Let the rhythm Pound

[CHORUS]
And play it loud, baby play it loud
Play it loud, Baby play it loud
Rock the crowd, Baby rock the crowd
And play it loud, baby play it loud

I found a love,
Its in the music
Drop all your guns,
Drop all that bullshit.
We come to learn
Inside the instruments.

John Lennon, Bob Marley are my presidents.
The sound of trumpets wake up people laying down,
The drum and volume playin gonna shake the ground
The violins will pick you up when you are down
The melody will spin around and around.

[CHORUS]
And whos going to stop us?
Whos going to stop us from rocking with a sound?
Whos going to stop us, whos going to stop us
From b-b-breaking it down?
Play it loud, baby play it loud.
Play it loud, Baby play it loud
Rock the crowd, Baby rock the crowd
And rock the crowd, Baby play it loud.

Hot beats coming from the city streets,
MP3s via internet from overseas
DJ's playing, you dance to 'em
Swaying, staying up
All night, zombie life
I'll be your delight, Oh.
The sound of trumpets wake up people laying down, Oh
The drum and volume playin gonna shake the ground
The violins will pick you up when you are down
The melody will spin around and around.

[CHORUS]
And whos going to stop us?
Whos going to stop us from rocking with a sound?
Whos going to stop us, whos going to stop us
From b-b-breaking it down?
Play it loud, baby play it loud.
Play it loud, Baby play it loud
Rock the crowd, Baby rock the crowd
And play it loud, Baby play it loud.

I pledge my alligance.
To rhythm and sound.

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