[Live ambience] [Intro][spoken:]I can't start singing until da beat get's Godsmacked! Give us some help Oakland, Hands up! I want 'Frisco to feel it, on God, get up them muh' fuckin' hands! Yuh! [Verse 1][a piacere, parlando allegretto] Gather 'round youngins, Uncle Sludge's rolled right back into town, Every now and den, I (feel like gettin' 'em riled up) Paint da beat, build up heat, put on my concrete crown Have you ever seized da stage & anchored 'em down? (Made 'em clap!) Feel da energy, from da front to da back of da stands! I've got one simple suggestion, SHOW ME DEM MUH' FUCKIN' HANDS! (Yuh) Bounce, Let da rhythm out, with dat bold brash, Two-steppin' & toe tappin', sippin' on bubblin' hash Show some love, up in front to da back of da stands! I got one simple suggestion, SHOW ME DEM MUH' FUCKIN' HANDS! (Yuh) Bounce, Let 'em bounce, say dat rude boy brash, Two-steppin' & toe tappin', sippin' bubblin' hash ROCKIN'! Weapons grade funk & punk lyrics Too hot for pop radio, & prone to hysterics [Chorus][tutti voce forte] Muh' fucka clap (clap!) Muh' fucka clap (clap!) Muh' fucka clap (clap!) Muh' fucka clap (clap!) Muh' fucka clap (clap!) Muh' fucka clap (clap!) Muh' fucka clap (clap!) Muh' fcka [Verse 2][a piacere, parlando allegretto] Crew 2 live, rollin' 6 FEET DEEP, it ain't hot if da drop ain't steep Every beat we drop's disruptin' ops, like "WAKE UP SHEEP!" We’re slangin' tracks like cookies, & STILL STAY PEAK! OG boogeymen, scarin' parents, shock & awe GOT 'EM WEAK! Bring on da next slacker! (oops!) I meant artist, SLUDGE MUST EAT! I throw 1 heavy stone & 2 clean hooks, left bubba TASTING DEFEAT! Talk tough but ya tip-toein' goin' in loops like dat sample Bitch, GET IN MY BELLY!! You're just anotha' example Posturin' 'cuz you're irate, swagger about like a primate but it's only on your Insta, Insta-gator I'll show you real hate Shall I cut at somethin' deep or just skin your image? How da fuck is you hollow, you must not eat much spinach! Fear not, 'cuz I'ma fill you up, Buttercup, with da good word! Devastatingly dense, rich in texture (crunchy!), out of context & absurd! [breakdown] [bass riff] [chorus][tutti voce forte] [Verse 3][a piacere, parlando allegretto] Listen close, children, wisdom isn't served predigested You chew it up, break it down, taste it, & den you invest it Morsels of truth bypass da hands, they kiss da soul, And amidst trials and tribulations, you truly become whole. Never trade your essence for a flash in da pan, That’s fleeting fame, love yourself, maintain your clan. When da crowd dissipates, who’s holding you close? No applause, no accolades, but those who love you most. Wayward winds take no direction. Don't follow dem, find your own connection. Stray not from your path for trivial distraction, Embrace your craft, let your soul guide your action. (& MAKE 'EM CLAP!) [bass riff] [Chorus][tutti voce forte] [breakdown] [Live ambience][spoken:] Yuh! You're fuckin' crazy Oakland, we love you!