Yep, too clean
Alright guys we got one chance
One chance folks to do this
This is our chance to shine
And let's put it to rhyme
And let's put it to the mind
And let's put it to the test
God bless
Here we go, check it

[Hook]
You know, uh, we step into to the party, the place to be
OK, the crowd is packed, and people lookin at we
Like the mic's on the stand, Speedy, you know what to do
Stepped on stage, hey you!

[Verse 1: Speedy]
Greetings earthlings, I'm on a search for a team of Elohim
Fiends seen (indistinguishable mumbling)
And I recite for, as I recite for Heavenly riches
Plus to spread the Gospel
And poison ivy when it itches
Which is wrote in Acts 1:8
Never debate when i'm quoting the omnipotent
Never promoting tooth decay by way of teeth nashin'
Mics I'm clashing like the classic flights of Ben Franklin's kites
Lightnings bolts of light strike men
That they might see my good works, then
Glorify He who rolls from earth to Heaven
Yo, I think it's evident, Christ takes residence
In hearts of benevolence
When God is speaking, yo we give Him reverence
We can wash and rinse in fragrance

[Hook]
Because we step into the party, the place to be
OK, the crowd is packed, and people lookin at we
Like the mic's on the stand, Transcend, know what to do
Alon know what to do, hey you hey you

[Verse 2: Alon Auguste]
Um, I said it before, Transcend five-foot-four
Walking in, stepping in through Todd Collins' door
In the studio rocking from here to beat next to Monday
Tuesday kid, we might chill on Sunday
But Saturday we're eating grits in the morning at Shoney's
Transcend rocking it, but not for the money
Truly the skill, busting it at will
Like I said it before, send me the bill
For hip-hop is the one I truly love
God is truly above rocking
Keeping it cool to the end of the -- Ahhh!

[Hook]
Step into the party, the place to be
OK, the crowd is packed, and people lookin at we
Like the mic's on the stand and Reuben know what to do

[Verse 3: John Reuben]
Right right right I know to do
And what they want me to do is come through
And have a little fun
John Reuben a little bit lanky
A little six-foot-one
Havin' a good time every time without a care
Look at me I got crazy fluffy little Jewish hair
Because I'm a Jewish kid, call me the Messianic
Everytime I grab the microphone it's lyrics like tonic
'cuz you take it in, and then you want a little more
What step through the door, hardcore metaphor
Not speakin' when I'm tweakin'
Yo these whack emcees they be reeking
But let's not talk about the whack
Let's talk about myself for a minute
To get in it
John Reuben about to spin it
For the crowd to go infinite times, infinite rhymes
Infinite line after line, from the top of the mind
Each and every tile, style, pile, file (indistinguishable mumbling)

[Hook]
Step into the party, the place to be
OK, the crowd is packed, and people lookin at we
Like the mic's on the stand and ya'll know what to do
So we stepped on stage...

[Outro: John Reuben]
On stage, and the mic was on
The mic was on. the mic was on
So I turned the microphone on and I said a little somethin'
A little somethin'
I said turned the microphone on and we said a little somethin'
It was the place to be, in the space to be
Too much energy and nothin can we do wastefully
Because creativity runs through my B-O-D-Y
Don't ask questions, i'm just stressin'
Then God blessin' and addressin' the
(indistinguishable mumbling)
Alright, peace. We're outta here