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CLUB TO POD lyrics
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Intro
Mic check—cue the roar, rewind to “Seventy-Four” Tiny clubs, tin cans, now they scan in every store They didn’t act—nah, just landed lines Broke the room with one-word landmines Mic was loaded, truth with a strap Told the world: “Make you laugh, just shut your trap”
Verse 1
Pryor commitments lit the truth—crowd caught every spark Carlin your attention—seven words left a mark Murphy’s Laugh Law: if it can crack, it will Tiny checks, neon necks, but the humor paid the bill They riffed on race in smoky space, showed hurt could heal and win Punch-up poets, coin-cup poets, diggin’ deep within
Chorus
From club to pod, the screen they own from mind to mic, an empire's throne top 10 kings of the laugh crusade Joked, smoked, they lit the stage Media flipped, but they held there own Now their voice booms out of every i-phone From stand-up roots to a podcast wave These comic gods, grace the pod if your behave
Verse 2
Eighties to the nineties—crowds grew row by row Rock-solid timing, Chappelle-and-tell stole the show Seinfeld syndicated sense, wallets finding girth Hart-to-Heart arenas proving punchlines equal worth Ali Wong direction—tiger-mom roar on cue Trevor’s Noah’s-Arc accent sailed the late-night blue Laughter crossed borders, every culture tuned in Currency of charisma—stage lights spin
Bridge
They didn’t just speak—they re-coded the game Every bar built in comedic flame Not just laughs—it was how they lived Truth told clean through the jokes they give Crowds came hurt, left rewired Ten voices, one spark, never tired
Verse 3
Now bytes beat bricks—bits stream quicker than quips Rogan ’n’ roll podcasts—three-hour road trips TikTok tickles, clips flip faster than cars Crypto-tip jars, laugh emojis like stars Hologram tours, crowd roar in a cloud Comedy mainframes—every download loud Legacy to latency, jokes sync in a thread Past to present connected—puns paint ahead
Chorus
From club to pod, the screen they own from mind to mic, an empire's throne top 10 kings of the laugh crusade Joked, smoked, they lit the stage Media flipped, but they held there own Now their voice booms out of every i-phone From stand-up roots to a podcast wave These comic gods, grace the pod if your behave
Outro
So when your ribs ache from a line too true Know the ten that broke it through They turned grief to skits, pain to lines Legends in light with punch that shines
Inside the recording
Mic check—cue the roar, rewind to “Seventy-Four” Tiny clubs, tin cans, now they scan in every store
From club to pod, the screen they own from mind to mic, an empire's throne
So when your ribs ache from a line too true Know the ten that broke it through
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