We're comin' correct and tonight we get hectic the people are jumping 'cause they're feelin' electric but gimmie a second to reject the shock repect the rock/ knocking people out of their socks tap the bottle, twist the cap, tip the bottle back and relax as you get waxed, it's just a fact nobody does it better than us And we get so stupid that we gotta ride the short bus Show me where to plug my stereo into and I will let you know before you begin to continue to break through everything that your used to, here's another rendezvous that's in need of a rescue now i'm in the zone and we're doin' it right I'ma bad to the bone when I rock the mic do what you like/ comin' to this hullaballoo so go do that voodoo that you do - BOO! Who wants to Party? (we want to party / cuz tonight the party don't stop) Who wants to Party? (we want to party / we got it goin' on so gimme what you got) You got the right to be wrong but the choice is yours by the end of the song you'll be on all fours Nobody does it better than the CPR crew so sit back, relax, and enjoy your brew Dub-Sac's in the back with a stack of black Jack I'm on the fast-track when I crack the six-pack somebody must have put something in my drink and to think, that I'm the weakest link - (this stinks) on second thought I've got a remedy gimmie a dj who can cut like a machete who's always droppin' beats so I can hit the floor goin' where no other man has gone before Who wants to Party? (we want to party / cuz tonight the party don't stop) Who wants to Party? (we want to party / we got it goin' on so gimme what you got) We all take up the same amount of space (except you) And we will do whatever it takes (to get through) to this party (starting with you) last chance to dance so make your move (c'mon) I'm just a skinny guy serving up the fat-ass drum beats super-sweet MC soon to be obsolete completely unaware that a shorty with blonde hair was standing right beside me while my mind was elsewhere right about now (i'm the funk soul brother) slim like a fatboy, smooth like a lover but I should've run for cover when I saw those eys (come right inside said the spider to the fly) Who wants to Party? (we want to party / cuz tonight the party don't stop) Who wants to Party? (we want to party / we got it goin' on so gimme what you got)

You know it really wasn't really always this way I can still remember those off-rhythm days but then I heard the thunder and felt the earth move I drop down and cried (I'm a slave to the groove) I've felt I've been given a gift from above chill it out baby/ don't push and/or shove I ain't got nothing that I've got to prove I'm just a normal guy whose a slave to the groove (slave to the groove) Set it up - one, two/ welcome to my little zoo I'll knock it down - three, four/ dish it out a little more step inside/ take off your coat/ don't worry baby I like to blow all over the place, but just maybe I'll take you on a ride you won't ever wanna leave the crimefighter says, "Ooh, it sounds sweet!" I take my time and then I speed away I'll make ya sweat, drip, lick and scream all day (slave to the groove) (yo check it) It's time, Is this thing working right? I hit the mic as Kidd gives me the green light spotlight this time sines on the past in the days of the swatch watch and rhinestone starter caps but further back we hi-jacked new rap attacked and left shackled the whiteboy handicap imagine that a boy that has skills my soul is coughin' cuz i'm so damn ill I take my medicine before I begin again rocking you like I did, way back when You know the get-up-kids, well I'm the get down Kidd I'm like Zeus when I cut loose/ I cover the grid I'm always in demand for what I'm able to do and for the record you can make the check payable to C-A-S-H-T-I-L-L and I got more rhymes than the devils got skills and I never really fall off track (track) I'm super-cool so get off my back Back-back-back - Back it up baby/ turn the stereo up I gotta marry a model/ get my hands in the b-cup I'm good to go when I low/ I'm in the front row, solo I'm walking down the street I beat the lyrical famine whose at the other end of my canon who's camera is pannin' across the stage as we're blarin' it who's next in the em-cee mutation experiment I'm wearin' it down/ I'm tearin' down a new gunslinger in town/ rap-singer in town oh, find out how something sounds so sweet when my lips start to move, slave to the groove (slave to the groove, i said)

America's obsessed with celebrity worship what's new with Brad and Jennifer's courtship it's horseshit/ let's torch it Hollywood and Vine's so fine for ground zero no time for fake heroes Don't try to resist it survival of the fittest, no stop at the top just drop off the A-list the greatest made plans must be put to rest when there's a life and death struggle versus second best stuck-up bastards/ they roll in their fast cars passing all the little guys like they were their masters disaster on the wings of a prayer goin' nowhere Hollywood Babylon may come, but I don't care we got the matches and the gasoline so let's revive the magic of the silver screen it only takes one match to burn a city of greed lights camera satisfaction guaranteed C'mon C'mon Let's burn this bridge tonight (get back baby now) the pretty faces meet in the street where shame breeds stain the sheets, plot the schemes and chase dreams deceived by the market that breeds the red-carpet disease seems everything is make believe there's no trust just lust and corruption the busted networks pray on moral reduction obedient to the media's instructions stuck in this next big budget production parasitic insects who revel in sex and special effects level the sets when the Devil collects pay only big bills to suckers with no skills who pop pills for cheap thills in Beverly Hills - yo Cash Till - Mr. Ickarus - I'm sick of this all these millionaires cry that the business is hit-or-miss then get the hell out (of) the spotlight you know that it's not right that an ingrate like you become the hot hype we got the matches and the gasoline so let's revive the magic of the silver screen it only takes one match to burn a city of greed lights camera satisfaction guaranteed C'mon C'mon Let's burn this bridge tonight (get back baby now) so take your collogen lips and lipo-suck my dick you lunatic masochists/ I'm back and I'm pissed I insist, I defy and resist Hey Paris (you dumb bitch) comin' at ya with a clenched fist Could've warned you California would be your demise Cuz every road is quicksand, every man's in disquise baptized by the spotlights filling up the skyline designer sunshine is filling up my mind move to the back of the line instead of past it i've had it with all you primadonnas tainting the classics ain't it fantastic, dramatic and drastic nothing makes me puke like a bitch full of plastic so you you wanna be the next headline, Kidd? lost your mind - think you might just find it misguided, You tried it, you failed unsatisfied by this modern-day fairy tale

each night I close my eyes I hear a melody, I try to shake it out but it keeps telling me with the sweetest sound "you need to get up, if you wanna get down" We'll keep you dizzy with a busy beat and seek those who critique what we chose to speak about a technique it's proven to work right guaranteed fresh, sealed-up and airtight Let's put the fun in the fundamentals/ the essentials live up to all those we find as influential a vicarious way of living all those legends were with me from the very beginning play the cassette deck let's show some respect Too Bad To Care the next musical trainwreck, expect the best it's not for us but by us, and bring back what's left of this alliance What do we look for in a song some honesty, modesty, comedy, donning a sense that we belong (I long) for artistry in this industry of music we write songs out of love instead of movin' units Have you ever wondered what it is that makes the whole world sing along infectious and relentless elements of every sweet song each night I close my eyes I hear a melody, I try to shake it out but it keeps telling me with the sweetest sound "you need to get up, if you wanna get down" When a noise like this, well it hits your ear volunteer your voice and make that choice right here with the beats pioneered by the ones before us filling our lungs with the love each chorus So I throw on my shoes, and I cruise out the door 'cause I know I can't lose when I choose to explore a super-sonic, stereophonic sound/ you know I'm on it don't matter if it's Dre's Chronic, Onyx or Harry Connick I wanna move my anotomics and squeak my sneakers A-Dubs, lemme hear ya tweak the speakers Have you ever wondered what it is that makes the whole world sing along infectious and relentless elements of every sweet song Alright, with that in mind Let me hear your voice this time each night I close my eyes I hear a melody, I try to shake it out but it keeps telling me with the sweetest sound "you need to get up, if you wanna get down" I wonder what it is that makes this planet sing together? whether it's business or pleasure whatever's clever I remember I used to never think we were on the same page nowadays any face can share the very same stage So what's in the box of rock, nothin' but top-notch poetics Some musical, aesthetical hop-scotch/ I get it You know can't forget it and let it set a kinetic electrical tempo/ meant for the dance floor time to bring it to the basics because we make it so well I'm replacing chart spaces in ways unparalleled some scared to sell a statement a safe bet to make it let's rearrange the words and force you to take it Have you ever wondered what it is that makes the whole world sing along infectious and relentless elements of every sweet song each night I close my eyes I hear a melody, I try to shake it out but it keeps telling me with the sweetest sound "you need to get up, if you wanna get down"

(Alright! the time has come to pick yourself up out of the Used Section of every recordstore in America, dust yourself off and demand to be heard) Keep it on the Q.T./ mum's the word but I heard a new force is comin' out of the woodwork company jerks/ a couple of quirks tryin' to gain the limelight to the level that they once were bring me the head of every top ten musical trend we got a message to deliver SUBJECT:REVENGE some will say we're ready and bound to strike rock is dead, well that's what it sounds like Who brought the guns/ why it's none other than Sponge with a grudge/ comin' off the tail-end of grunge and behind 'em is Primus now screamin' for blood of the ones who bludgeoned their money sums now who's name is mud To Open your ears you gotta open your mind despise the competition and let them realize that there comes a time we must all taste defeat undermined by a four-four drumbeat Sit down just pause for a second Stop the sound, take the needle off the record forget about what you've been told pick up the mic and let's revolt Now what you gonna do? What new sound you gonna choose? lose integrity to prove your celebrity's new face not gonna make the same mistakes twice Obie Trice make way for the next Vanilla Ice Bobby Brown with his modus operandi givin' a black eye to Whitney Houston goin' crazy on a crack high now that's why the cold-product wants this bad guy his ruthlessness would straight hit 'em like a landmine So get involved hear the words we're saying and stand up straight cuz your seats been taken making sure you don't doubt your abilities because good always triumphs over tragedy well many believe that we can do it again yes defend your name and never follow the trend cuz you can spend your whole life in regrets and wishes experience the hits as well as the misses the greater the stakes, sweeter the reward so take back what is rightfully yours Forget the pressure, Forget the critics keep your eyes on the prize, keep you mind on the finish because it's truly in your heart to win it son stand up the revolution's begun that's right... your day has come Revolt! To the sound coming through your stereo

Here stands a guilty man condemned, but will he understand a gun in hand with bloody plans won't gain respect through one's demands Born and raised in days of despair Forced to stay and brave this affair war is waged he's made aware the Lord awaits his fate's repair Now his redemption and exemption don't exist/ there's no exception he insists that through confession lessens odds of fire pension (upon closer inspection he finds himself walking away from his own reflection, attempting escape, alone he waits his day for change is not today) Tear out the ending and write your own one the time has come to stop pretending that it's over before it's begun and still as each day slowly passes by he looks through each page to find he's really just a chapter inside This stud has lost the taste for blood his race is run/ a waste of time his crime he can't repay and now he regrets every day Began at the bottom nothing's changed that's where he'll stay, replaying all the things he'd run away from in his brain that can't be undone But he's not pleased with what he sees he pleads upon his hands and knees to ease the screams of memories a history of misery Cigarettes, self-help cassettes, are all that's left of tears and sweat, the years have swept away his chance to overcome this circumstance Tear out the ending and write your own one the time has come to stop pretending that it's over before it's begun and still as each day slowly passes by he looks through each page to find he's really just a chapter inside what's next when all that's left is gone (bury your expectations) He sits there so cavalier but fear has steered his eyes to tears and yet he sneers at what he hears the cheers of ghosts of prior years a heated gust/ his body thrusts and now they watch him turn to dust his blood and puss have turned to rust now judgment's just/ in God we trust Look's to the sky, book by his side, arms outstretched with fear in his eyes, asking why have you forsaken? God replies, "You are mistaken! Your salvation OR damnation all depends on where your faith is" This man blames him for the wasted years of waiting to come save him Tear out the ending and write your own one the time has come to stop pretending that it's over before it's begun and still as each day slowly passes by he looks through each page to find he's really just a chapter inside what's next when all that's left is gone (bury your expectations)

Every time I turn on the radio I don't know what to believe seems every other sucka MC I hear fails to please my ear disposable scenes always reappear on MTV and BET Hell, I'm too embarrassed to be an MC so call me MC Phoney (Boney) the Super-Disco Treat Whatever happened to the old school beats the new school is too cool, even for me I want to return it but I lost my receipt Well there once was a time when beats and rhymes by design and thought were wrought for movements of all kinds the mic was more than a tool/ it was a weapon to cut through deception/ the symbol of progression since the inception to a generation later we still mix mics with records and cross-faders hail to the mavericks and renegades/ the m.c.'s of better days I wanna thank you for the memories We're just a three man party brigade kickin' it new school like Dr. Dre and we're takin' ya back to the good ol' days where the reign of Rob Bass would make the whole place, move your feet, to the funky 'ol beat and don't take that seat (why?) because that is mine like Cher I wish I could turn back time and bring back every MC that I find

I have a real big fear of getting a real career Steer clear of responsibility My only ability is drinking beer It's taken me six years to come close to getting a B.A. I can't say why the delay Oh... and there's that loan I gotta repay Well good news all you friends and fans I still haven't a clue why I still draw "X"s on my hands some stop and ask if Minor Threat's Philosophy is over yet My personal poison is meant to be Hi-C and candy cigarettes I guess Now you can't really call me the worst scoundrel alive When all I do is sit on my ass and play NHL 2005 Hey, how do you like the free ad, EA Sports Courtesy of your #1 fan, Kidd Ickarus of course Now I relax, I take the easy raps, in fact afraid of challenge I manage to damage any track I reprimanded for lack of talent It's sad and understood I'm scandalous and never could be fabulous at all So, if you are looking for the real Cash leave a message and I'll tell him that you called Society's led us to believe that we all become rock stars But I'm seeing my champagne dreams turn into ramen noodles and Pop Tarts Say goodbye to the hot cars, high life, easy livin' Forget about bedding supermodels, I'll settle for sleazy women The life of a slacker is not intended to be one big hurdle sometimes it acts intense like the guy from the Guitar Center commercials, The world will just you mostly just for knowing me yet they're the ones on the internet writing the sad poetry (whoa is me) The light at the end of the tunnel's getting dimmer and I'm losing hope It's getting harder to cope with the fact that I'm at the end of my rope Now I'm not saying that I ain't got no ambition But I can't find the ignition for my motivation and vision It often seems like I'm living a dream within a dream except the meaning fades and nothing quite happens in-between There are even days I'm sitting in a parked car the scenery changes as I watch each day just stop and start My pockets are shallow, I'm flat-broke, living in a rat-hole Seems like a bad joke to this lazy asshole Don't get me wrong, I'm not pointing any fingers I'm not a victim of the system, I put my own tit in this ringer I need to look for my way out, to find happiness, respect and clout a lout en route to a meaningful life. That's what it's about But then again, when I think about it... you know what? I think I still have my doubts

Got the blower out the top, Don't stop the top rock the coolest hot rod to knock the road block. road runner road runner i am the top gunner turn the stereo on for the cherry bomb stunner she's a one of a kind pitch black and so-fine like a .357 coming off the line no need to make time, got four on the floor always go for the gold so let's settle the score The door is open so c'mon it, this misbegotten automotive is in need of a spin, let's begin with a location that's easy to imagine, a little Led Zeppelin with no distraction relax with your seat back, feet on the dash, no need for maps, just stone cold cash, and if you dare to ask me, "Hey is that a hemi" Watch me fly past like Mario Andretti Please baby go put your black skirt on We're gonna drive until the break of dawn So be prepared to leave your cares behind Destination, Anywhere Anytime Don't think twice about the dice in the mirror the road to paradise may be closer than it appears self-sacrifice is the price all year, streetwise vagabond is my chosen career, so I steer clear of this world around me passing through each and every county now I can't see why we ever stayed, in the same place playing out this charade so take heed as I bury the needle a serious need for my speed I exceed all coming up and I hit top end, I've got the luck of the dead so buckle up my friend take the road like I was mad max no time to back track, I watch 'em snap back the hood is jammed packed I'm a master fiend, tearing up the place like a catastrophe

On a beautiful Tuesday... 8:45 I when to flip on the tube... to find the loss of life Unparallel... terrible... where the hell is the parable To allow such an act... in fact... it's unbearable To watch on the screen... and hear the horrible screams Of the innocent beings... in a plan that was unforeseen... Plotted by an evil fundamentalist regime... So the supreme become unsure and unseamed... And when the second one hit... that was it... we couldn't take anymore... But let us never forget numbers 3 and 4... We went and lined up the troops... It's time for war... But after all these years, I don't know what we're fighting for. So tell me where is the peace? I thought we knew just where we left it I know it's right there inside of you, so glad you kept it So where is the peace? So now we're looking for a just cause... a just law for this just war... I just saw another one of our boys... without a choice... discharged within a body-bag... switching out his dog-tags for toe-tag. Now what is the cause of all wars?... Could it be the never-ending hunger and greed of power-whores?... An insatiable lust of always wanting more... As they go and bully their way into oil reservoirs... Or maybe just to settle an old score... dammit, what so demanding about peace, love and understanding, not withstanding all the bullshit that they're handing... Like patriot mantras of the last man standing... Now we're trying to make the best of what's left... and the rest are just details... footnotes in this violent mess... But nothing that I suggest could ever make it better... when the rich are getting richer, and the dead are getting deader. pick up, pick up, pick up, each piece and let them know what we are made of pick up pick up pick up each piece this is what we need to rise above this So tell me where is the peace

I say hiphop (don't stop), I say hiphop (don't stop) I say hiphop (don't stop) I say hiphop (aawwwwww) I'll be funkin' it up like George Clinton the p-funk allstar show me the microphone and I'll show you how far, i can take it watch me make it so sweet, than when we break into beat you see I'm up-to-par and i know what time it is because i'm rhyming this I'm always dropping words where they belong because my timing is impeccable, (respectable) every time I get up I get down, I've been called a spectacle around town Yo, Willard and Tilly; i-defy and the Phillies Come together with a new thing. Isn't it silly that two suburbanites, who rock like masonite Are keeping it tight all morning noon and night? Alright, let me just get to the point I'm employed by Medea just to rock the joint From the days of three-brainers, big boys and hard gainers The juice of never-ending entertainers. Hiphop (don't stop) Hiphop (don't stop) c-a-s-h-t-i-l-l pass me the mic and let me begin to get funky not just a beat junkie,, but there's a good chance there's a little bit of punk-in-me the pub near the city where i'm living, beautiful woman keep comin' up to me sayin' "aren't you that dope mc"? and i say..."yeah...." Everybody speak of a breakdown. This hit's a shakedown Gotcha in a takedown. Get you in the mix. The party never quits. The revolution will be televised - I throw back to 8-bits. Now Look before you leap, 'cause I'm on top of the heap. They're all sheep that all bleat for the beat that I keep And you better brought your loot, 'cause the bill is pretty steep. You know I ain't giving it cheap. what up peeps? and all you cool kids (that's it) i'm sellin' my service so come place your bids we don't bump the bass, we just bump the mids, so never poke fun about the way i live they call me cash till, cuz i don't have any...got a collection of hits and i never made a penny, so follow me and your ears won't deceive as we lead hiphop into the next century spare no expense for the perfect sound, your ready to unravel too tightly wound, yeah, I know you wanna move when the record spins 'round cuz you know our turntables weigh eighty-three pounds...right now? now i'm gonna say hiphop don't stop, hiphop don't stop, hiphop don't stop