| Oh, pick it up! | |
| There's a bass guitar in this | |
| Grenade Launcher roars in a television sky | |
| Tell me how many young brothers must die | |
| Dance on, dance on | |
| Dance on, dance on | |
| Little Talk Johnny blew the big score | |
| The gang nailed his feet 2 a wooden floor | |
| Nuclear Ban never stays in tune | |
| They all know the words but the music is doomed | |
| Everybody | |
| Dance on, dance on | |
| Dance on, dance on | |
| Pick it up | |
| Dance on, dance on | |
| Dance on, dance on | |
| Dance on, dance on | |
| A bass guitar in spider webs, longing 4 the funk | |
| Uzi gun takes his place in a wagon trunk | |
| (get off me, punk, U ain't sexy) | |
| Stealin' ladies purses then settin' them a'flame | |
| M&M killers playin' Mickey Mouse games | |
| Lord have mercy | |
| Dance on, dance on (Dance on) | |
| Dance on, dance on (Dance on) | |
| It's time 4 new education | |
| The former rules don't apply | |
| We need a power structure that breeds production | |
| Instead of jacks who vandalize | |
| Detroit - what's happenin'? | |
| What color is your money today? {{this is sung in a round}} | |
| Get your money straight | |
| Everybody dance on |