En route to Philadelphia, the westerly end
I got a pregame buzz and thirty dollars to spend
And all ingredients to cook a perfect F.U.F.
I'm a mess - and to think, there's a whole night left

Dain: Let that beat ride a minute!

We been grindin' all week and now we're geared to attack
We gonna' kick back, pump that sweet chip soundtrack
All up in the entrance, strut through the foyer
The bass hit heavy, the rumble of the square waves

Three wolves shirt guy stampin' them hands
Hand the man a Hamilton - meetin' demands
Cuz that's the guy that I am, I can follow the rules
Proving anyone can party 'thout being a tool

Feel the beat pump! Wall to wall, everybody get crunk
On a can full of red junk
Couple of players they rockin' tunes at the front
Get the visuals flowin' they showin' how we know that

This is not a party stereotypical nary any trope
That you would find in any average video, no
Though equivocal in dance energy spent
Take your descent - we're rockin' hard in a basement

Hands up! It's time to go
I'm a-jumpin' til I sweat from head to toe
Shotgun a couple lokos gonna' lose control
Everybody get dirty at the basement show

Get up! It's time to go
Moving til I sweat from head to toe
Yes one man's trash is another man's trove
Get a little dirty at the basement show

Ooh, hit me one more time
Take my breath away
Oh yeah yeah yeah

Make calls, drunk dial, get a little rowdy
Blow the speakers out - oh yes
Address the funk flowin' through ya' veins
Demonstrate your best approximation of a crazy dude flailin'
Leave the haters wailing

Heat escalatin' everybody get gross
When you said let's grind, y'know I didn't suppose
That you would get this close
Cuz I thought somethin' else
We can tumble if you want, but not by yourself

Ooh girl, shake your pokewalker, shake that spoink
On point with the rhythm straight rockin' the joint
To the uhn tiss I'm remiss I got all this composed appearance
And now I'm on clearance

Saint here with a case of cheap beer
Everything's in swing - and our goal isn't clear
We're gonna' fade to black
We gonna' rue the day
We gonna' learn to regret without learnin' a thing

Everybody lookin' fuzzy
'Cause I got a good buzz
Gettin' lost in the music
Static, noise-gen
Rock like a monolith
Basalt
Colorless
Strobe-lights
Black and white
Numb but I'm into it
All I feel is the bassline
Rumblin, stumblin'
Slipstream
Into the crowd
Doesn't matter if you don't know how to move
Pour a drink, throw your hands up, nothing to lose

Hands up! It's time to go
I'm a-jumpin' til I sweat from head to toe
Shotgun a couple lokos gonna' lose control
Everybody get dirty at the basement show

Get up! It's time to go
Moving til I sweat from head to toe
Yes one man's trash is another man's trove
Get a little dirty at the basement show

Ayo Zilla!
Whatcha got for me?
I'mma go ahead and do MY thing.
Bring it on.
And it goes a little somethin' like this. STEP UP YOUR GAME, SON.
Give it to me now.
Give it to me now.
Give it to me now.
Now break it down!

Oh yeah yeah yeah
Take this rain of sin
And wash it over me
We got culture and systems
We got knowledge in spades
And we know how to party and live it up
Lemme hear you say

Hands up! It's time to go
I'm a-jumpin' til I sweat from head to toe
Shotgun a couple lokos gonna' lose control
Everybody get dirty at the basement show

Get up! It's time to go
Moving til I sweat from head to toe
Yes one man's trash is another man's trove
Get a little dirty at the basement show

Hands up! It's time to go
I'm a-jumpin' til I sweat from head to toe
Shotgun a couple lokos gonna' lose control
Everybody get dirty at the basement show

Get up! It's time to go
Moving til I sweat from head to toe
Yes one man's trash is another man's trove
Get a little dirty at the basement show