Every woman every man wanna move dem feet 

every woman every man love a Spearhead beat! 


Police in the city 

is shuttin all the clubs down

it's lookin like a ghost town

ya know Mary- what we gotta do? 

Hell Yeah! 

we gotta go underground" 

To da place -from which we all came from 

house parties-they was always fun

remember tryin to rig a sound system 

everybody- would bring a donation

when we needed- to get a turn table

my man Zulu

would borrow one from aunt Mable 

set it up in the corner-

turn the lights down until the mornin' 


(chorus)

But the party ain't started till the speaker's blown 

NO! NO! NO!

Run fa ya life!

The party ain't started 'till the speaker's blown


While he was settin up camp 

someone else would bring a home stereo amp 

with a note from they mama-

"don't turn it up loud or it's a goner" 

sorry mama- there's no chance

cause if the shit ain't bumpin'

people ain't gonna dance

"know what I'm sayin'" ("Turn that shit up")

everybody in the place would bring a few speakers 

string em all togetha like they was sneakers 

and say a prayer- before we turn it on 

hopin that the amp- wouldn't get blown.

I asked Mary watcha think of it

"now we need a D.J. to work this shit" 

so everybody- would bring a few singles- get 

the beat bumpin

and then start to mingle 


(chorus)

Every woman every man wanna move dem feet 

every woman every man love a Spearhead beat!


Every brother and every sister

would pay respect up to the ancestors

we would dance and we would celebrate

even though we live in a police state

then the pigs- would try to make a statement

with a ticket- for noise abatement 

but we kept it pumpin' -till the braekadawn

then we told the cops

they gotta break the door down 

and today -across the nation- don't ya know

it's the same situation

alotta cities lookin like a ghost town 

but the house party will never be shut down

no no no!


(chorus)

Every woman every man wanna move dem feet

every woman every man love a Spearhead beat!

(repeat) 


This one's dedicated to all the DJ's, rappers,

Promoters, producers who continue to throw

jams in the face of adversity. Peace

Peace to the informal nation. Word Up!