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'