promenade (guitar fury remix)

well i got a new kind of square dance rap

gon' talk smack

flash my gat

i'm fin' to spit and hold my dick

and heat shit up like a thermostat

grab your partner by the chaps

give your partner a pimp slap

to symbolize

the ghetto trap

step to the right

give three claps

kids jam packed in tenement shacks

ain't shit cookin on the stove but crack

this is the bat this hell begat

cause bosses are kleptomaniacs

two by two

promenade

duck from a b1 bomber raid

ain't 'bout the plans osama made

banks get paid off petrol trade

circulate

dosey-do

how much cash could a o-z grow?

till all are fed and all have beds

my skin is black

my star is red

fbi comin round the outside

which one of us fin' to die tonight?

is we fin' to fight over crumbs to bite

or make a whole motherfuckin world ignite?

everybody throw them bows

right upside your partner's nose

by now you've got bloody clothes

crabs in the barrel so the story goes

think of all their savage acts

grabbin scratch from average cats

bureaucrats with strings attached

walk in the place

light the match

everybody get down low

bout the level

of your toes

these dance moves we usually do

are not the ones that we have chose

grab on to that beat and grind

try your best to stay alive

we can't run

we can't hide

might as well just stay and fight!