Full Moon

[Hook]

The moon is full, you can't fake that light

No room to move, nah the space got tight

Don't need no knife here, we break up fights

Put your good shoes on, get your make-up right

And the ladies in the pla-pla-place so fly

Make you want to go home and wake up your wife

And I like it right, could never hate my life

In fact I'm quite excited, I get to play tonight

[Verse 1]

Mr. Soundman, turn up the bass

I want to feel the beats disturb my heart rate

We came in the door cause we wanted to escape

And forget about the world burning in front of our faces

We all paid dues, we all working hard

Some fools even had to pay a service charge

We sit at a thirsty bar

Now give more 808, and turn up the guitars

Tell the security guards to relax

Cause these people came to get away from all that

Them bouncers can't go bounce, they own balls flat

But we came to have a good time - now fall back

"Rhymesayers" You know that's my team

Ask around, we kind of nice with the rap things

We came to stick up the rhythm

So poor, made 'em want to put my kids in prison

Spotlights, I'm a social moth

I'm here to mark the tree then I'm rolling, gone

Next shop gets broken off

Now open up your top and don't quote me wrong

I said this one here is what we call a good crowd

Roof caught fire, whole block got took out

Whoever's on after me better keep a look out

The sun goin down, I'm about to let the wolf out

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Hit the stage like a war vet

Hoping that the band members remember the set

Knowing damn well that I'm the one that forgets

"Hey man, I thought we specifically asked for a cordless"

Tangle up all the microphone cords

Till I'm tripping on 'em like I've done a hundred times before

Even if I fall off stage and hit the floor

Becomes part of the show, keep giving 'em more

I like it when you dance and move your shell and it's

Too soon to tell if you smooth and swell with it

Felt good to see you do it for the hell of it

"That's why I nominated A-N-T for president"

...Ch-ch-ch-check out Penelope

Right next Stephanie, Wendy, Bev and Steve

Rapping with my songs and repping me

Thanks to all y'all for being part of this little legacy

Got busy and it won't stop

So let the bid he's hot, and try to ditch the cops

We don't need another 50 or another Iggy Pop

Just raise the roof now, show me what your city got

We found a lot of pounds out of town

Was deep underground but it seems so loud now

Sound never stopped and the crowd never wound down

Puff no, huff girl, I blow that house down

[Hook]