Lyrics The Release Party - Dilated Peoples

Dilated, it's Dilated forever, don't get it twisted... Let's Go!
"Your pleasure... Dilated Peoples"
"It's the longest waited, the most anticipated."
"The Release Party!"
"It's L.A's finest, Dilated Peoples."
"The Release Party!"
"Get it right, we ain't never left
We're still here... you're rocking with the best."
"The Release Party... Dilated!"
Butterfingers, they're fumbling, killing us at the cylinder
Devilish how they deal, the selfish, the sinister
Sniping from the Avalon--you can hold this
Heart pumping ice water, they don't know what cold is
This is show biz: more like pimp and ho biz
Hit the stroll, get the dough (Act like you know, bitch!)
Darkest before the dawn, lights out the darkness
The story's old: 'The plight of the artist.'
Wipe the sleep from my eyes, I must of dozed off
Jump back on my feet (Stretch!) Brush my clothes off
Send the invitations out, we celebrating now
Contract fulfilled, y'all, Dilated breaking out
A record deal, is just a key to a door, that opens up a lot of bullshit, OK?
Right now, live and direct, with Dilated to the people, direct, with no middleman right here
So we are independent and we are off our label
And we are celebrating that
I went from wrong side of the tracks
To encores back to back in two cities
Third show tonight, headed for a hat trick on stage
This year, there's no fucking with me
Spit witty, Babu, Hit me!
The way my crew cuts, it looks like Britney
Cut O's and split the, profit
Burn big, my eyes may get misty
Release toxins, I get boxed in
'Dilated's Dead?': Not an option
Not a small glimpse, or chance or thought in
The back of my head, rumors of death, y'all lost it
The greatest show on earth
And when we in Houston at the dome it's the greatest show on turf
Catch the screening, the old building leanin
It's the tower, when the shit falls I watch it falls
We are no longer signed to a major record company, OK...(Cheers)
No labels, OK. Make some Noise... We are fuckin done!
"We are free.we are free... Free at last, Free at last, thank God Almighty we are free at last."
We not changing that shit, man. We ain't going no where
Don't get it twisted, don't get it fucked up... Big up my man C-Sick in the place to be
Weatherman... Crown of Thorns... Duck Season Three!
Still rocking with the best y'all, it's the release party
We celebrating this shit right here... it's no tears, it's no tears...
Point the camera at the crowd... check it out!
Y'all motherfuckers are on our new DVD, so put your hand up in the air!