[ VERSE 1: Bret E.B. ]  Stop what you're doin, cause the plane's takin off  Miss a second of instructions, and you might get lost  In a crazy cloud of madness, [?spanish?]  Ultimate extravaganza, the style and finesse  Now he's the S-e-a-double n-i-e  Father's last name is Bouldin, so he uses the B  Captivator of the cuties, understood by few  Makin money for a livin, cause this is what we do  You just have a man if your soul is hollow  The crew has chose to lead cause we never learned to follow  So all you who flex, and yo, you know the deal  Just listen to my drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel    Listen to my drummer  As my drummer goes bang  To my drummer  As my drummer goes bang  Listen to my drummer  As my drummer goes bang    [ VERSE 2: Bret E.B. ]  Good time guaranteed, take no nonsense  Yo Muggs, that's your cue, so let the beat commence  So all you lovers, watch your girl, cause we'll take em to Utopia  Hold her real close, cause we might be scopin her  Sean has the dream, I have the vision  I think it's 'bout time the coalition starts this mission  See, prophets speak with knowledge, the truth they never mitigate  Our bond is strong, for no more thou shall desecrate  Cold rock a rabble, question when we quibble  Don't understand? Then figure out the riddle  Cause I'm speakin knowledge, everything's for real  Listen to my drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel    Listen to my drummer  As my drummer goes bang  To my drummer  As my drummer goes bang  Listen to my drummer  As my drummer goes bang  To my drummer  As my drummer goes bang, bang    [ VERSE 3: Bret E.B. ]  Inventin lyrics is the motive, and this is the life  Live for the moment and rollin the dice  Cause gamblers always takin a chance  The drums are slammin, so let's all dance  Brother, listen to that good old hip-hop music  There's no comparison, so don't you confuse it  With any other, in a class of its own  Some might say it's the vocal tone  Word, talkin in English, never speakin in tongues  It's the bass in the voices and the air in the lungs  Grandmixer Muggs, show em what hip-hop means  Baby boys outta Brooklyn, DJ from Queens  But now we cool in Cali, live in L.A.  Makin money for a livin, livin day by day  Even heavy metallers give up and yield  When they listen to our drummer, y'all, and his drums of steel    Listen to my drummer  As my drummer goes bang  To my drummer  As my drummer goes bang  Listen to my drummer  As my drummer goes bang  To my drummer  As my drummer goes bang, bang, bang