Bring on the rockin’ sound,

Break this place down brick by brick.

I want to see you dance;

I need to see you thrash.

Move around, circle up,

Throw it up, turn about.

That’s what this shit’s all about.

Now in the VIP

See the fairies RIP.

Desert storm in thin wrists;

Dripping brilliance, boiling cyst.

Welcome to the underground:

God hides his all-seeing eyes.

What happens here might as well end here;

Vegas ambition, you’ve stayed your welcome,

It’s time the bring out the holy rendition.

2:16, hebrew time: 12 of the 12 are now 18.

Busting out 360. 180 180. Return to the top.

Bring on the rockin’ sound,

Break this place down brick by brick.

I want to see you dance;

I need to see you thrash.

Move around, circle up,

Throw it up turn about.

That’s what this shit’s all about.

The floor’s a war zone.

Hare friggin’ Krishna. Bend your knees,

Do it right. Chant out the sins, Hip hop gods.

Worship in time; this is real culture.

Break your back and get into this;

Your little freak is hit and miss.

Running about, you met the one;

The number she gave you was 37.

Sweating, you woke in your room.

It was just a dream you were swimming in,

But the 37 doves were real.

White birds circling above, coming from the dark.

Vultures in disguise, consuming your faith.

Time to go hunting.