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