Yeah...
Whole damn crew in the building tonight—
Katana~Buck...
KennyB...
JJ...
DJ Tripp...
Let’s go

Buck roll in with the low beam glow,
Laugh so hard got tears in the smoke,
JJ got a groove in the backseat ride,
Kenny got the synthwave heat outside.

Tripp cut vinyl like blades on fire,
Whole room jump when the bass gets higher,
One more round, let the speakers crack,
Nobody here wanna go back.

Hands up high when the beat drops low,
Whole crew vibin’ in the overload,
Laughin’ so hard we can’t stand straight,
Feels like midnight opened the gate.

KennyB
JJ
DJ Tripp
Katana~Buck in this bitch

JJ blues with a funk attack,
Tripp scratch cuts bring the old school back,
Kenny float through the haze so smooth,
Buck still rockin’ with the heavy groove.

Ash in the tray and the lights gone dim,
Whole damn room start spinnin’ again,
No fake flex, no internet fame,
Just four real ones in the audio flame.

Turn it
Scratch it
Drop it
Ride

Bassline hittin’ like a late-night drive.

No rules tonight,
No stress tonight,
Just music loud
And laughter all night.

Hands up high when the bassline bends,
Same damn chaos with my same damn friends,
World outside don’t mean shit tonight,
We alive right now and the vibe feels right.

KennyB
JJ
DJ Tripp
Katana~Buck forever lit

Static fades...
Laughter echoes...
Bass still hummin’ through the sunrise...

© 2026 Katana~Buck