Every woman every man wanna move dem feet

every woman every man love a Spearhead beat!

Police in the city

is shuttin all the clubs down

it's lookin like a ghost town

ya know Mary what we gotta do?

Hell Yeah!

we gotta go underground"

To da place from which we all came from

house parties they was always fun

remember tryin to rig a sound system

everybody would bring a donation

when we needed to get a turn table

my man Zulu

would borrow one from aunt Mable

set it up in the corner-

turn the lights down until the mornin'

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But the party ain't started till the speaker's blown

NO! NO! NO!

Run fa ya life!

The party ain't started 'till the speaker's blown

While he was settin up camp

someone else would bring a home stereo amp

with a note from they mama-

"don't turn it up loud or it's a goner"

sorry mama- there's no chance

cause if the shit ain't bumpin'

people ain't gonna dance

"know what I'm sayin'" ("Turn that shit up")

everybody in the place would bring a few speakers

string em all togetha like they was sneakers

and say a prayer- before we turn it on

hopin that the amp- wouldn't get blown.

I asked Mary watcha think of it

"now we need a D.J. to work this shit"

so everybody- would bring a few singles- get

the beat bumpin

and then start to mingle

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Every woman every man wanna move dem feet

every woman every man love a Spearhead beat!

Every brother and every sister

would pay respect up to the ancestors

we wou