Every night we coming out swinging. We get the crowd singing. Ears ringing. Listen. We do our damn thing man. It don't matter how you knock us down because were still kicking. It doesn't matter how you hate my style because I'm still spitting. It don't matter how we flip our style because we make it happen. So versitile I hit you screaming or I hit you rapping. Now what-cha yappin, shut your trap before you catch a slapping.Its our time, So Stop your whinning. It's out time and this was bound to happen. Now put your hands together and get to clapping. Clap-Clap-Clap. Before I get to clapping.