Let It Shine

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Comfort and gladness

You give me joy

Hey, one, two, three! Whoa!

Yeah!

We're singing out to him

Sing with me now! Yeah

Singing is the way we

Way we celebrate

Freedom to express ourselves

in every single way

I can't help but let out...

...every song I feel inside

Do your dance, it's your chance

Let it shine

Sing of your love

Love

Your love

- Oh, come make a joyful noise

- Make a joyful noise

Come and rejoice

Joice

- Make a joyful!

- Oh, come make a joyful noise

Yeah... I didn't...

Come make a joyful noise

I know you feel it

Jam rock soul

Joyful noise giving the feeling

I can't control

Way down, deep in my soul

Top let back with my beat down low

Turn it up

No need to be under

The boom in my bass

will rock you like thunder

So make way for the joy when it rains

Down with the sound

of greatest in the game

Sing of your love

Love

- Oh, come make a joyful noise

- Oh, come make a joyful noise

Come and rejoice

Joice

- Oh, come make a joyful

- Come sing with me

A joyful noise

Come make a joyful

- A joyful

- A joyful noise!

Come make a joyful noise

Cyrus, why do you want

to embarrass me?

That's not what I want to do.

Then what was

that nonsense out there?

When I appointed you choir director,

I assumed your talent would be

used to sing praises to the Lord.

Well, I know, Dad.

That's why it was a gospel rap and not,

you know, something inappropriate.

Any rap is inappropriate

as far as I'm concerned.

Rap is the devil's music, and does not

belong in a house of worship.

Honey...

We will not have this discussion again.

Yes, sir.

Kris, you know

I'm comin' through with the hot beats.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,

who's rappin' tonight?

Bling? Again? Man, I can't stand him!

Yeah. Yeah, that's it.

Yo, let me get on this.

I'll see you at the club.

Man, no, I don't have to sneak out.

All right, I'm my own man.

Hey, people don't know,

but my rap game is tight, too.

I just, you know, I keep it on the low.

We always enjoy you, Kris.

We should get together sometime,

you know,

and keep this whole vibe going.

Anytime.

Nope, nice to meet you, I'm Cyrus,

Kris' invisible friend since kindergarten.

Oh, my bad, man.

Did you wanna meet those honies?

No, I wasn't interested anyway.

They're not my type.

Wait, "fine" is not your type?

No, I just want a girl

who's about something

a girl who has substance.

A girl I can take to

the Atlanta Jazz Museum. You feel me?

No, I don't. Forget them, all right.

There are plenty of honies in here.

Cy, what up with the new beats, bro,

did you hook me up?

Yeah! Got it right here.

- My man. Catch you later.

- All right.

Cyrus, quit dogging!

Oh, Levi. Sorry, I got caught up.

Yeah, come on,

get these tables bussed.

I'm on it.

Hey, bro. You think you could

play this for me, please?

- Yeah, all right.

- Yes! Thank you.

Sure.

AH right!

Welcome to Club Off The Street.

The coolest place to hang

and be on the street.

I'm your boy Levi and you know

how we do it every week.

So let's go from rhythm to rhyme

as we crown this month's rap king!

All right! We started with eight.

Now we're down to two.

Give it up for newcomer, Da Boss.

And returning champ from last month

and the month before that,

Lord of Da Bling.

- You're going down.

- Nah! You're gonna get it.

The party's goin' wild

Tonight's the night

Come on, come on

This club is on fire, put out your lights

Let's go, let's go

The party's goin' wild

Tonight's the night

Come on, come on

This club is on fire, put out your lights

Let's go, let's go

Yeah, they call you Da Bling

But your jewels looks spoiled

Your platinum chain

looks like aluminum foil

Your hat's too small

'cause your head's too big

The hair under your arm's

like a real big wig

Stop, quit, Bling retire

Your breath's so bad

that your face needs a shower

A marathon wash

Two or three hours

The roof of your mouth

Your mouth is on fire

It's about to go down

Come on! Come on, come on!

It's about to go down

Put your hands in the air

It's about to go down

They call you Da Boss

But you have no wealth

No employees

You should fire yourself

And your pants so tight

that you can barely move

You're a bum that says,

"I'll rap for food"

You're an actor dude with an attitude

I'm the streets' theme song

You're an interlude

Gonna put you on a plate

Watch you get chewed

They should call you a ghost

the way you get booed

The party's goin' wild

Tonight's the night

Come on, come on

This club is on fire, put out your lights

Let's go, let's go

The party's goin wild

Tonight's the night

- Come on, come on

- This club is on fire, put out your lights

Let's go!

Lights off, lights off

Anything you can do, I can do better

Bring it when you want to

I'm ready whenever

- Show me what you got

- Come on!

- I'll show you what I got

- Come on!

Will you rock or roll

The winner takes all

Lights off, lights off,

lights off, lights off

Lights off, lights off,

lights off, lights off

Lights off, lights off

Come on, come on

Lights off, lights off

Come on, come on

Lights off, lights off

Come on, come on

Lights off, lights off

Come on, come on

I know I'm ready and able

But I'm stuck here

bussing all these tables

I could show I got what it takes

But I already used

my 15-minute break

I'm working for minimum wage

when I should be up on the stage

Feel like I'm in a cage

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