[Sample] 

And we know how to make some music 

And the music ain't supposed to stand still 

And little bit of, you know little bits of Negro? 

Into the music isn't enough 

Music is all consuming, let me tell you... 



[Slug] 

You should have stuck with the original plan: To be a little man 

Should have kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan 

Give the kid a nipple cause he sucks 

Take the microphone from his fist he doesn't know how to clutch 

You wanna treat it like a playground? 

Well we can joke about your take down 

And let your pride get hurt when I tug on your skirt 

Like "Shut the fuck up! Professionals are tryin' to work." 

And to the people that don't feel us: Fuck em' 

Don't need em', can't see em', never leave em', never loved em' 

Stuff em' full of dick till the hole rips 

And let em' know that's what they get for that ho shit 

"Ooh my goodness, Slug went up and flipped his style 

I haven't really heard a mac like this in a while" 

Bullshit! Still broke and I still fake the smile 

Go ahead and download my dick to a file 

Yo, you heard Slug sing his songs about women 

Like he must be a weak link, I know I can fuck with em' 

For those who wanna ride, come on, climb aboard 

I'ma be an asshole for as long as I'm exhorted 

You either call my bluff or turn the volume up 

And make noise for the women that swallow stuff 

And put your hands up if you feel the music 

Cause all that matters is "The Bass and the Movement" 



[Sample] 

I have a friend here who needs to put the brakes on. He's getting old. 

And if he could put the brakes on time, he'd be coo' 

The brakes...the brakes...the brakes...the brakes... 



[Slug] 

Step, step, step, step, step, step off 

You know you gotta get lost because you know your soft 

Huh huh step, step, step, step, step, stepped on 

Is all you gunna get when you try to test the Sean 

You need to park that bitch and get a starter kit 

You might as well hire me to come write your shit 



At least then nobody'll know who you bit 

It won't hurt so much when they don't like your shit 

Silly buddy in a puddle of beer 

Quit steppin' in my cum and get your gum out your ear 

"I heard your new song son, yo this your year" 

Why don't you run along and tell your girl to bring it here 

You got no balance, combined with no talent 

Disgraceful, you can catch a face full of phallice 

Color me callused on a retribution tangent 

How'd the love die!? How'd the hell you lose the magic? 

These cats is lazy, layin' down on the job 

I call Musab, this whole playground'll get robbed 

Those your props? Gimme that. 

Your girl? Gimme that. 

A three pack of Jimmy hats 

I show you who the skinny mack 

You can keep the change. Hit me back when you're stable 

If she give good brains she can play with the halo 

"Don't worry you're in good hands, I'm a good man. 

Misunderstood? Nah, just sick of the program." 

I only speak to put(?) ammonia in the bleach 

An orphanage, I'm here to get a portion of the piece 

So play the leach: Suck me dry 

Dot your "T's", cross your eyes 

And blow me counterclockwise 

So either call my bluff, or turn the volume up 

And make noise for the women that swallow stuff 

And put your hands up if you feel the music 

Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement" 

I'll keep this brief, I just wanna say peace 

And be quiet if you love the police 

Now put your hands up if you feel the music 

Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement" 

So either call my bluff, or turn the volume up 

And make noise for the women that swallow stuff 

And put your hands up if you feel the music 

Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement" 

From the top of Fiji, to the bottom of Christina Ricci 

Big ups if you bought my CD 

Now put your hands up if you feel the music 

Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"