[VERSE 1: Bret E.B.]

Stop what you're doin, cause the plane's takin off

Miss a second of instructions, and you might get lost

In a crazy cloud of madness, [?spanish?]

Ultimate extravaganza, the style and finesse

Now he's the S-e-a-double n-i-e

Father's last name is Bouldin, so he uses the B

Captivator of the cuties, understood by few

Makin money for a livin, cause this is what we do

You just have a man if your soul is hollow

The crew has chose to lead cause we never learned to follow

So all you who flex, and yo, you know the deal

Just listen to my drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel



Listen to my drummer

As my drummer goes bang

To my drummer

As my drummer goes bang

Listen to my drummer

As my drummer goes bang



[VERSE 2: Bret E.B.]

Good time guaranteed, take no nonsense

Yo Muggs, that's your cue, so let the beat commence

So all you lovers, watch your girl, cause we'll take em to Utopia

Hold her real close, cause we might be scopin her

Sean has the dream, I have the vision

I think it's 'bout time the coalition starts this mission

See, prophets speak with knowledge, the truth they never mitigate

Our bond is strong, for no more thou shall desecrate

Cold rock a rabble, question when we quibble

Don't understand? Then figure out the riddle

Cause I'm speakin knowledge, everything's for real

Listen to my drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel



Listen to my drummer

As my drummer goes bang

To my drummer

As my drummer goes bang

Listen to my drummer

As my drummer goes bang

To my drummer

As my drummer goes bang, bang



[VERSE 3: Bret E.B.]

Inventin lyrics is the motive, and this is the life

Live for the moment and rollin the dice

Cause gamblers always takin a chance

The drums are slammin, so let's all dance

Brother, listen to that good old hip-hop music

There's no comparison, so don't you confuse it

With any other, in a class of its own

Some might say it's the vocal tone

Word, talkin in English, never speakin in tongues

It's the bass in the voices and the air in the lungs

Grandmixer Muggs, show em what hip-hop means

Baby boys outta Brooklyn, DJ from Queens

But now we cool in Cali, live in L.A.

Makin money for a livin, livin day by day

Even heavy metallers give up and yield

When they listen to our drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel



Listen to my drummer

As my drummer goes bang

To my drummer

As my drummer goes bang

Listen to my drummer

As my drummer goes bang

To my drummer

As my drummer goes bang, bang, bang