emcees is sheep, I’m a cattle dog, herd ‘em up and convert ‘em like digital to analogue

tear the walls down, dance like Rudy Huxtable scoring a touchdown, you know, hands in the air, knees in, knees out

A bastard, wit’ more contacts than Lens Crafters, tear down the rafters, venerials couldn’t clap us,

and let it just happen, make it front-free, just sweat me like Moneypenny,

I’m like a young Marvin in his hey,

one sequin glove can never make you Michael, I moon walk over tracks,

as the plot thickens it gives me the dickens, reminiscent of Charles a li’l disco-tech,

get popped like a pimple, so call me Clearasil, with grooves so funky, they come with a Speed Stick,

I keeps the party moving like a immigrant, every verse is intricate, this ain’t a circus in a tent, we don’t get down like them clowns,

I got the bounce like hydrolics, I can’t call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics,