Ay one two... (Yo we're recordin'...yo, come up on the mic a little bit) Check, check check (a'ight) Ayo, yo yeah bring in them keys real quick though You know what I'm talkin about, yeeah Eyedea and Abilities in the house, two-thousand and three Bringin' you that DJ..MC...just some good hip hop music Yo, you ready to get into this? (yeah) Well drop that beat then... Ladies and Gentlemen (EA, EA) Ladies and Gentlemen (EA) [Verse 1] We bringin' it back to basics, situated under the basement The nation is guaranteed to hit the pavement You slept now you're bobbin' your head So hard your left with a permanent injury to your neck The turn of the century's way behind We raped the time and she gave birth to the First Born drafted this design What? You thought our second record wouldn't be live? Suprise! Why'd it take you so long realize only the strong survive? Without the need for compromise, no one's above us, in context Your whole genre's elevator music playin' on the way up to where my songs sit [Verse 2] You sold a lot of records, but I got a question How many endin' up back in the used section... all of 'em Yeah Abilities' beats bang but he ain't makin' nothin' for you, so stop callin' him I had enough of these pretty punk emcee/DJ duos pseudo-boy bands holdin' hands in public Your candy-coated condom-flavored karaoke cover songs Are no longer accepted so I suggest you exit *back* Back on a mission to corrupt human brain waves Unconcerned with circumstantial turbulence, we learn to aim straight With every endin' there comes a new beginnin' Listen we got to clue you in on just what you've been missin'