[Intro: Murs]

Let's do it

Ah-ah, ah

Ah-ah, ah

Uh-huh, hah, uh, ha

Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha

[Verse 1: Murs]

You didn't think me and El was comin' like this

Def Jux, motherfucker, and we run this shit

Got you all up on your keyboard stunnin' and shit

Oh, you got a couple jokes, now you funny bitch? (Ha-ha)

And we laughin' all the way to the bank

On point in the cut, like we holdin' a shank

Got it all up on ya back, now you walkin' a plank

Try to do it like this, bitch, you drawing a blank

Do it double-time all up in your face

Like piranhas when you drop fresh meat in the tank

Fell off in the game, can't keep ya rank

Mad 'cause you try to rap shit, but you ain't

Been around no real shit where crews peel clips

Niggas that kill for fun

Wanna talk that ill shit, sayin' how you kill shit

Bullets still in ya gun

Kool-Aid in ya veins, so now you gotta change clothes

'Cause you pissed ya pants

Saw me Durango, said you wanna tango

Now, this is the dance

Where ya shoes at? Where ya crew at?

Claim you do gats, but you do rap

What, you gonna bust a verse right before the guns burst?

Push ya girl on the ground so that you can run first?

Now you 'bout to get rolled up, hold up, wait

Just an MC that was tryin' to make cake

Now you got a gun all up in ya face

All of a sudden found God like Run and Ma$e

Thought it'd be fun to front on tape

Now you wish you would have stuck to drum 'n' bass

But you had to be hard on the boulevard

When you never gangbanged a day in ya town

Try to be a manhunter, when the streets ain't a jungle

Jim nigga stop playin' around, lay it down...

[Chorus: Murs]

This is the dance!

You don't wanna be late, 'cause the moment won't wait

Better get your shit straight

This is your chance!

You don't have to be fake, with a heart full of hate just to try to save face

This is the dance!

You don't wanna be late, 'cause the moment won't wait

Better get your shit straight

This is your chance!

You don't have to be fake, with a heart full of hate just to try to save face

This is the dance!

You don't wanna be late, 'cause the moment won't wait

Better get your shit straight

This is your chance!

You don't have to be fake, with a heart full of hate just to try to save face

(Yeah, right)

[Verse 2: Murs & El-P]

Murs fall up in the spot like "what up, bitch?"

Approached by this girl like, "shut up, bitch"

Than I grab the microphone and I cut up kids

Like a hot knife straight through a butter stick

Now I'm in the spotlight 'bout to rock all night

Shot of tequila, then a hot mamacita

Who said she know to swallow 'bout nine margaritas

Body on point so I follow the leader

Need more tequila so I swallow the liter

How can the night get sweeter? (Can't)

So I passed out, woke up, do it again

Oh, Netherworlds told y'all crew "in to win"

High velocity, high viscosity, slippin' right past your animosity

Fans are constantly askin' me "who said what?" and "who has beef?"

My crew got stuck in rumours deep

So we try to weigh it out with the truth laid out (Stomp the bastard)

That shit's played out, there's more to your life than underground rap

What you waste all ya time and you wanna run it back?

All on the message board runnin' your yap

At the end of the night, only wanted to chat

Now you know that you got issues

That early in the morn', you should look at some porn

And jack off right in the tissue

Then call it a night, that's probably the life

Go to sleep with the girl that you callin' your wife

Wake up to the same shit, different day

Everybody onto work and they on the way

'Cause we all got bills and rent to pay

Lend to the Earth, wasn't meant to stay

So before I get gone, tryna make a hit song that'll always get some play (Right)

Got the homey El-Producto lurkin' in the cut, so, what you got to say? (Yo, yo, it's like this)

[Verse 3: El-P]

You wanna trace along the pattern of fair, please rap

I wanna pattern how the drunk end mechanism I.D. jury breath commence fresh

Test the match, metal on the chestplate tech

Better win a smile right, on a foul night, die right

With a highlight primal fright in the prime of life, with a double ox razor blade fade like '88

It's the revenge of the wits and laser face, oh, great (Two, three)

God to analog monkey not me rock hard and shit

The radio flyer kid, flyin' with a boombox packed wit' clips

Faggots wanna rat-ta-tat-tat at this

In a PT cruiser, he grieves lucifer

Here comes the booster bruiser, better get used to losin' movement

They couldn't move like El, Ox, Murs, Lif, or Bazooka Tooth did, so useless

So useless tip that'll have a little truth in it like (Poof)

Deep space nine milli mechanism just raised the roof again

Who stays on a move that says

Tricky with a shake ring catapult, crawl through the trenches

Revelation manufacture, eat sentence, our city

Or compositive battle, torn logic pretty

All the hard acts, tomorrow brings heads or home up in me, come get me

I'm for this shitty dizzy spinning lawless constant progress, who's with me?

Fabulous thunder bird, word nerd, underdog, Tom Pill shit

Who heard kill quick

And innovative since '96, they still ride the dick

I refined the style with wild ways from an error with an automan mix

Community watch groups and lace young kids

Hit the road, skippy

I don't answer to you, George Bush or the wartime committee

Dumber than a mongulary race movin' shit

With a heart of hell scribblage, bruisin' shit

Every time you make a move in the industry, starts a new movement, kid

I'm not losin', bitch

Set the steam on the E with an edge of a generation new ruthlessness

Who's in charge, check into your new leader, man, stop the foolishness

Cop the new shit, bitch