Midnight forty-five in a busted dive bar Neon buzz louder than a broke guitar Girl in the corner with a cheap-shot drink Thinking ‘bout leaving, thinking ‘bout think Door swings wide with a thud-thud-thud Dude walks in like he owns the club Hair slick back, plastic grin Cheap gold chain and a crooked chin Slides on a stool like a late night show “Yo bartender! Two more to go!” Leans real close with a sales-pitch vibe “Got a fast ride parked outside” She says “Hold up, let me think.” He says “Cool, let me buy that drink.” One turns two then two turns four Jukebox rattles the sticky floor HOOK (Call & Response) She said NO! Crowd: NO MEANS NO! He said HEY! Crowd: MAN LET GO! Bad vibes creepin’ in the stereo Hard drums kickin’ in the barrio! Out the door to the parking lot glow Streetlight flicker in the midnight show Engine cough, radio crack Something ain’t right in the back of the track She says “Yo man, this ain’t my scene.” He says “Relax, know what I mean?” But the vibe turns cold like a winter wind That’s when the trouble kicks in. PUNK BREAKDOWN ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Boots on gravel Shout in the dark Brick in the hand Ready to spark! CRASH goes glass Engine stall Dude learns quick He ain’t so tall! Sirens roll through the avenue lane Blue lights flash in the pouring rain Next stop courtroom, hardwood floor Judge ain’t buying that act no more Gavel drop like a snare-drum smack “Twenty-five years—no comin’ back!” [RAP BRIDGE)] Now I’m back on the mic with the basement crew Skate shoes scuffed and a beat-up shoe Turntables squeal and the amps all fry Neighborhood noise in a battle cry No slick talk, no shady flow Respect the code—everybody know You mess around with a dirty plan Whole damn scene gonna shut you down, man. FINAL CHANT NO MEANS NO! Yell it loud in the show! NO MEANS NO! Let the whole world know!