[Verse] We gather 'round the table, lunch trays and lined backs, Dreams wrapped in paper bags, beats mixed with simple facts. Rhymes scribbled on napkins, future legends in the making, Silent nods and knowing looks, no time here for faking. [Pre-Chorus] Each word a spark, each laugh a flame, This humble spot, we stake our claim. [Chorus] From this table we rise, voices strong, no disguise, Producers, poets, in the sound we confide, Future kings and queens, let the rhythm be our guide. From this table, from this table—rise. [Verse] Hands steady on the mic, hearts steady on the line, Crafting stories in the beat, timeless tales intertwine. The hum of hungry minds, the pulse beneath the clatter, Every bar a stepping stone, every word a ladder. [Pre-Chorus] Each note a thread, weaving tight, In this room, we own the night. [Chorus] From this table we rise, voices strong, no disguise, Producers, poets, in the sound we confide, Future kings and queens, let the rhythm be our guide. From this table, from this table—rise. [Bridge] The lunch bell rings, but we don't leave the zone, Building legacies from the seeds we’ve sown. One day they'll hear us, loud and clear, From these humble chairs, the path appears. [Chorus] From this table we rise, voices strong, no disguise, Producers, poets, in the sound we confide, Future kings and queens, let the rhythm be our guide. From this table, from this table—rise. [Outro] From this table, From this table—rise. From this table, Watch us rise.