Dance with the devil with the levee of a Fred Astaire
Right in the pocket like a card from Medicare
Yeah… Man, what is this nonsense?
One time for the conscious that is never there
Two time for the steps kepis in beat
Three for the big-boned women; Oprah Winfrey
Four times for the raw rhymes and the snappy drums
On my Pharrell sh**, I'm on a happy one
Five for the drive fortified on the daily
The wrong train of thought trying to derail me
But I know how this dance ends
And how all of this will transcend…
hate, negativity and evil
And everything else trying to mislead you
Yeah, here's the fresh air to breeze through
With a fresh pair of dancing shoes: Mr GQ, go!
Party people, we're about to start up
Down your champagne and grab your partner
Hit the dance floor we're 'bout to get loose
Follow me, let's do… the k**.I.Am
Uh… Bouncing like handball in the dancehall
The vibe make the skin of a man crawl
But I slide in holding my privates
Only 5'10", but you know I stand tall
Amongst snakes and punks
faceless chumps who fake the funk
I got the ba** in the place that'll shake the trunk
And if you bite it might rearrange your fronts, so…
You need to step carefully cos there will be
some dancers baring teeth
A wolf from Wall street draped in sheep's clothing
So I walk the walk til both feet swollen
Or until I get broken toes
from the stupid dope moves you can't overthrow
it's a mix of rope-a-dope and the dosey doe
Man, don't you know? It goes to show… I'm here to dance, so what's up?