The Hearts Faction

Lyrics

[Intro]
"Falcons Fans... RISE UP!" (Yeah)
Come into our town u're gonna get... done up!! (Yeah)
It's all in good fun, get hit and u're done...
Falcon Fans Rise Up! Rise Up! (Ooooooh, oooh, ooh, oooooh)
Rise Up! Rise UP!!
This butt kicking is rated E for everyone, u're trippin, u're wrapped up around our thumb. Like Yeah, u know we need another rider... Falcon Fans, RISE UP! Rise Up! (Ooooooh, oooh, ooh, oooooh)
Rise Up! Rise UP!!
[Rap]
Ayy— Crowd flood the gates like a (flash mob stampede). Falcons on the turf, but we’re the ones they gotta read, Fans so loud you’d swear the bleachers grew feet.
Slide through the turnstiles drippin’ sauce like Zaxby’s, Whole stadium vibin’, got opponents lookin’ at me Like “Who we playin’?” — boy, you playin’ the family, Thirteenth man activated, spirit hittin’ savagely.
Opponents think it’s Falcons only — that’s adorable, ’Cause we the type to turn your game plan deplorable. We roar, we stomp, we clown, we clown again, You ain’t just facin’ the team — you facin’ all our kin.
ATL in the building, baby, welcome to the riot, Try to silence us? Good luck — we don’t do quiet. We the force, the storm, the squad you can’t handle, Thirteenth man lit up like a Falcon forged candle.
[Hook]
This butt kicking is rated E for everyone, u're trippin, u're wrapped up around our thumb. Like Yeah, u know we need another rider... Falcon Fans, RISE UP! Rise Up! (Ooooooh, oooh, ooh, oooooh)
Rise Up! Rise UP!!
[Verse 2]
Hey if u're steppin in our town u're gonna get done up!!. So take dis beat down buddy black & red is gonna run up! Close ur eyes, say ur prayers, the heat just got turnt up! (Ohhh, ooh, oh, oh)
We got that fierce Falcon funk, When you step into our dome, u better not flunk. From the Dirty South, we rise, we ain't no punks, Falcons fans unite, we ‘bout to get REAL crunk. In the Benz, we defend, it's our sacred ground, Black and red, we represent, we wear that crown. So if u think u can hang, better think again, Falcons fans rise up, it’s time to get that win.
[Hook]
This butt kicking is rated E for everyone, u're trippin, u're wrapped up around our thumb. Like Yeah, u know we need another rider... Falcon Fans, RISE UP! Rise Up! (Ooooooh, oooh, ooh, oooooh)
Rise Up! Rise UP!!
[Bridge]
We lace up too — better believe we bringing the heat, Crowd jumpin’ so wild they makin’ the bleachers beat. Freddie Falcon on the sideline like [Scream] “Y’all ain’t ready for me,” Slide left, pop lock, then moonwalk with the beat.
Flexin’ on the turf like he bench pressed the whole squad, Hit a spin so clean even referees applaud. Opponents starin’ stunned, tryna process what they saw — Freddie droppin’ moves that violate the dance law.
"get it Freddie!"
[Instrumental Music Break]
“Get it Freddie!”
Whole routine lookin’ semi silly. But that’s the trick — he goofy till u feel the final stick.
Spins around til he get’s to his final stance, Breaks out a move so cold it freeze frames yo fans.

Yo!I pull up 2 the Benz, red & black on my chest,
Dirty Birds n the sky, we ain't never second best!
Opponents lookin' shook, like they caught n a storm,
We bring that Georgia heat — better hope u stay warm! We fly high, hit hard, no chill n our veins, U steppin' n our house? U 'bout 2 feel da pain!
Rated E 4 everybody, this beatdown’s legit,
We don’t play nice — we just handle our biz!
Falcons fans RISE UP, we the kings of the South,
Talk slick, get clipped, better watch ur mouth!
We got that fire in the booth, and that fury on the field,
Tryna run w/ da Birds? Better bring a force field!
We wrap u up tight, like a sack on third down,
U came for a dub? Nah, u leavin’ with a frown! It’s ATL, baby — we don’t mess around,
Falcons flyin’ high, we the talk of the town!
[Outro]
This butt kicking is rated E for everyone, u're trippin, u're wrapped up around our thumb. Like Yeah, u know we need another rider... Falcon Fans, RISE UP! Rise Up! (Ooooooh, oooh, ooh, oooooh)
Rise Up! Rise UP!!

"Dis butt kickin was brought 2 u by da letter E."