No Script, No Regrets — Mikel Alves

Intro

Yo, yo, it's the Juice, keep it loose, no excuse
93.7 and 103.7 HD2, turn the volume through the roof
Mike Hollywood, Lou Diamond, Lady Redbone, DJ Phantom in the booth
No script, no regrets, that's the truth

Verse

Static crackle, mic lit, signal blazing
DJ Phantom spins, records phasing
Lou Diamond dropping gems, Redbone raising
Questions sharp enough to cut through hazing

Hollywood swagger, verbal dagger
Tongue like a whip, words stagger
Talk slick, stories thick, call it radio swagger
Night rides live, no ghost, no lagger

Chorus

No script, no regrets, keep the mics lit
Tune in, feel the vibe, yeah, this the hit
East Coast grit, where the real ones sit
The Juice on the dial, can't quit, can't quit

Verse 2

Redbone laughter sweeter than syrup
Her voice paints the air, every line a mural
Phantom on the fader, hands swift, eternal
Bass thumping low, subterranean journal

Lou Diamond speaks, no cap, just facts
Calls coming in, stories stacked on stacks
Hollywood grins, spins tales on wax
Juice on repeat, no rewind, just tracks