[Verse 1: DC go-go male MC, lead talker cadence, deep in the go-go pocket] Twenty-four years in a phone shop on Seventh Fixin' cracked screens from the mornin' to eleven Got a speaker on a hook right above the front door Playin' go-go to the corner like the corner keeps score Aunties at the bus stop nod it in their seat Little kids on scooters ride it down the street Then they built a glass box, twelve floors and a pool Lady on the ninth floor says the corner's bein' cruel Wrote a letter to the city with her lawyer copied in Said the music is a nuisance, and the nuisance is my grin [Hook: DC go-go male MC, roto-toms rolling] Go 'head and call it in, tell 'em turn the corner down This the pocket that I came from, this the drum of the town You can pull my little speaker, you can take the cord and all But you can't mute a city with a phone call [Verse 2: DC go-go male MC, the timbales answering every bar] Monday mornin', there's a man in a necktie and a frown Says, "Cut it off, Ronnie, or we shut the whole shop down" So I took it off the hook, and I wrapped it in the cord First time in twenty-four years that the corner got ignored And the quiet on Seventh was the loudest thing I heard Couldn't sleep the whole week, couldn't say a damn word Tuesday there's a kid with a bucket and two sticks Wednesday there's a bass man and his cousin from the Six Thursday there's my name on every phone in the town Every crew from Southeast sayin', "Friday, we comin' down" [Hook: DC go-go male MC, roto-toms rolling] Go 'head and call it in, tell 'em turn the corner down This the pocket that I came from, this the drum of the town You can pull my little speaker, you can take the cord and all But you can't mute a city with a phone call [Verse 3: DC go-go male MC, the go-go band locked tight] Friday afternoon, and the corner's ten deep By four it's a thousand, and the bus can't creep Three bands on a flatbed and a pocket so wide Lady on the ninth floor can feel it inside Then the squad cars roll in with the sirens up loud [Siren Mimic: DC go-go male MC, the guitar catching the siren and bending it into the go-go pocket] And the guitar man catches it and bends it for the crowd Now the siren's in the pocket, and the pocket's in the street And the man with the necktie is movin' both feet She wanted one speaker turned down on the block Now it's ten thousand people, and the block don't stop From the Wharf up to Brookland, every block in the band And I hung my little speaker back up by hand Hell, I never turned it up, I just turned it off a week And the whole damn city answered when the corner couldn't speak [Hook: DC go-go male MC, roto-toms rolling] Go 'head and call it in, tell 'em turn the corner down This the pocket that I came from, this the drum of the town You can pull my little speaker, you can take the cord and all But you can't mute a city with a phone call [End]
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