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    "The Dance" Lyrics

    Murs feat. El-P

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    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)
    Have you laughin all the way to the bank
    On point make a cut like we holdin a shank
    Got it all up on ya back now you walkin a plank
    Try to do it like this but you drawin a blank
    Do it double time all up in yo face
    Like piranhas when you drop fresh meat in the tank
    Fell off of the game can't keep ya rank
    Mad cause you try to rock sweet but you ain't
    Been around no-will shit where crews peel clips
    Niggaz that kill for fun
    Wanna talk that ill shit sayin how you kill shit
    Bullets still in ya gun
    Koolaid 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 about to get rolled up hold up wait
    Just an emcee that was tryin to make cake
    Now you gotta gun all up in ya face
    All of a sudden found god like run and mase
    Thought it be fun to front on tape
    Now you wish you woulda have stuck to drum n' bass
    But you had to be hard on the boulevard
    When you never gang banged a day in ya town
    Try to be a manhuter the streets ain't a jungle gym nigga stop playin
    Around
    Lay it down

    (Chorus: repeat 3X)
    This is the Dance!
    You don't wanna be late 'cause the moment won't wait betta get ya shit straight
    This is ya Chance!
    You don't have to be fake with a heart full of hate just try to say thanks

    Murs fall up on the spot like what up bitch
    Approached the finest girl like shutup 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 about to rock all night
    Shot of tequila than a hot mamacita
    Who said she know to swallow but not margaritas
    Body on point so I follow the leader
    Need more tequila so I swallow the liter
    How can the night get sweeter (cant)
    So I passed out woke up do it again
    Won't neva roll up ya crew in the wind
    High velocity high viscocity slippin right pass your animosity
    Fans are constantly, askin me
    Who said what and who has beef
    My crew got stuck in we to musty
    So try to weigh it out with the truth laid out (stop the gossip)
    That's just played out there's more to ya life than underground rap
    What you waste all ya time and you wanna run it back
    All on the message board runnin ya 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
    Than call it a night that's probley the life
    Go to sleep with the girl that you callin ya 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
    Lent to the earth wasn't meant to stay
    So before I'm gone I wanna make a hit song that'll always get some play
    Got the homey el producto workin in the cut so what you got to say

    (El-P)
    You wanna trace along the pattern of fair please rest
    I wanna pattern how the drum scheme mechanism I.D. jux breath commence fresh
    Test the mesh, metal on the chestplate tech
    Better wear the smile right, wanna frown like die right
    With a highlight primal fright in a prime life of a double ox razor blade fade like 88'
    It's the revenge on the whits and lazerface oh break two three
    God to analog monkey not me rock hard and shit
    The radio flyer kit, flyin with a boombox pack wit' clips
    Faggots wanna ratta tat tatter this
    And a PT cruiser he creed lucifer
    Here comes the booster bruiser, betta get used to losin movement
    They couldn't move like el, ox, murs, lif or bazooka tooth die so useless
    So use this tip that'll have a little truth in it like (poof)
    Deep space nine milli mechanism fist raise the roof again
    Who stays on a move that says
    Jukie with a shake ring catapult crawl through the trenches
    Revelation manifacture eat senses all city
    All compositive battle turn logic pretty
    All the hard edge tomorrow brings heads or home up in me come get me
    I'm for this shitty dizzy spinning lawless constant progress whose with me
    Fabolous thunder bird word nerd unda that tom pill shit
    Who heard kill quick
    And independent since 96' they still ride ya dick
    I refined the style with wild wit from an era with an automan mix
    Community watch groups enlist young kids
    Hit the road skippy
    I don't answer to you george bush or the war time committee
    Dumber than a mongaloid race movin shit
    With a heart of hell's tutelage bruisin shit
    Every time you make a move the industry start the new movement kid
    I'm not losin bitch
    Essentially on the edge of a generations new ruthlesness
    Who's in charge, take me to ya leader man stop the foolishness
    Cop the new shit bitch
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Matteo Saggese, Mino Verngnaghi, Pamela Sheyne.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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