[Hook: Ghettotech male MC, full ghettotech beat, rapid chanted hook] Hammer down and swing it like a Detroit jit Shell on the ceiling and I ain't ate a bit Paper on the table and the bushel hit the ground Work it, work it, work it, hammer down [Verse 1: Ghettotech male MC, pounding 909 kicks, fast ghettotech flow] Saturday, the fire hall, the paper on the table Bushel full of red and every mallet that they able I ain't never picked a crab but I talk like I'm a pro Tuck a napkin in my collar and I tell 'em watch me go Grab a big one by the claw and I lay it on the board Swing the mallet like I'm tryin' to bring the thunder from the Lord Pow, the shell explode, it's in the potato salad Pow, it's in my beer and it's in my uncle's wallet Pow, it's in my eyebrows, it's in my left shoe Every swing gets louder and the shell comes flyin' through Pieces of a crab and not a single bite of meat And the lady at the end is sittin' quiet in her seat [Hook: Ghettotech male MC, full ghettotech beat, rapid chanted hook] Hammer down and swing it like a Detroit jit Shell on the ceiling and I ain't ate a bit Paper on the table and the bushel hit the ground Work it, work it, work it, hammer down [Verse 2: Ghettotech male MC, rattling claps, fastest ghettotech flow] Miss Pearl, eighty pounds and a cardigan in May Little paring knife and she ain't hollered all day Pop the apron, flip the back, she slide it with a thumb Pick the lump out clean and stack it like a crumb Six for me in pieces, she got twelve in a row Twelve for me in pieces, she got twenty-four to go Whole table watchin' her and nobody watchin' me I'm wearin' Old Bay like a costume at a party Kids are pointin' at the ceiling where the claw got stuck Uncle sayin', "Son, you swingin' like a pickup truck" I just keep on swingin' 'cause I came here to compete And Miss Pearl lookin' over at the mess around my feet [Bridge: Ghettotech male MC, mallet run, the wooden mallets crack shells on every sixteenth for one bar, then the kick lands] Tap tap tap tap, that's the way she do it Tap tap tap tap, never put a muscle to it Then she reach across the table and she slide my tray away Pick the whole pile clean while I'm lookin' at the bay Three dozen in the bucket and she wipe off every thumb Say, "Baby, hammer down means slow, and now the crab is done" [Final Hook: Ghettotech male MC, full ghettotech beat, loudest rapid chanted hook] Hammer down and swing it like a Detroit jit Shell on the ceiling and I ain't ate a bit Paper on the table and the bushel hit the ground Work it, work it, work it, hammer down [End]
