The Dance Lyrics - El-p

You didnt 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 cant keep ya rank 

Mad cause you try to rock sweet but you aint 

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 

Wont 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) 

Thats just played out theres 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 thats 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 wasnt 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 thru 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 commitee 

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