Brick brick brick brick

In a town where the bass drops deep,
Lives a legend who don’t lose sleep.
Charlie Kabrick, nickname Brick,
Spins those beats, moves real slick.

From dusk ‘til dawn, he owns the night,
With flashing lights and vibes so tight.
Crowds erupt when he hits the deck—
Every drop earns mad respect.

Girls flock fast like bees to honey,
Brick’s got charm and cheddar money.
Cooler than ice, hot like confetti,
Always down to get real cheddy.

Turntables blaze with every spin,
You feel the kick drum in your skin.
World-class DJ, party’s spark,
Brick’s the fire lighting up the dark.

So when you hear that thunder roll,
And rhythms start to take control,
Know it’s Brick, the DJ man—
Living loud, just ‘cause he can.