Pull The Track Up

Yeah
This is our house
It's our joint you walk into, man
I don't wanna see none of that on the dance floor

We came to get the party started, you came to start shit
Can't you see that you're messing with my art, kid?
Bring up the house lights and put you under scrutiny
Point out you and your weak mates to security
And if you paid the cover charge, here's your fucking money back
Don't bother about coming back, we ain't having none of that
Yo, pull the track up, Mal will not get back up
Until we clear the room of all these punks that lacked up
Jumped up from punch-ups to a glass in the face
The next day, the young 'un packing heat on her waist
That's the very definition of escalation
But for my patrons, this shit is never part of the equation
In fact, the situation impacts on the performance
It just goes to show, man, your ego is enormous
And we didn't even get to turn the party out
'Cause as soon as the fists flew, the vibe headed south

You punk punter who want to start something
You're shit out of luck, yo, pull the track up
You punctured the bubble, don't you know nothing?
Just trying to make a buck, man, what the fuck, man?

So we capping, cat does bad thing and gets grabbed
Head's glad, but a headlock is not standard
Security guard is a madman and spitting chips
He looks around, decides there's too many witnesses
Figures that he'll take the troublemaker 'round the corner
The kid struggles, he's thinking of what's in store
As the crowd surf as a whole over the barriers
Someone bound to get hurt, that's the law of averages
Hard to separate the savages with the ones paid
To crowd manage it, might try a bit harder
Not try to be harder, just like the shit starter
We'll both be paid, but yo, we're the reason they came
And so I'm saying, yo, keep your hands off the fan base
You're there to keep the dance peace while the band plays
If clowns act up, huh, by all means, boss
But if he got you worked up, you've already lost

We trading good times, you messing with ours
It's all peace when you step in our house
It's all "Get down," it's all "Get your hands up"
It won't suit those that are quick to anger
The punk bouncer who thinks he's above them
You're worse than these drunks, yo, pull the track up
You punctured the bubble, don't you know nothing?
Just trying to make a buck, man, what the fuck, man?

So I didn't see it, but I guess the scene got heated
When that kid got booted, 'cause soon the boys in blue here
Probable cause, sniffer dog check
Yo, we pulled it up halfway through the set
'Cause the crowd was edgy, 'cause the crowd's distracted
I'm thinking these dogs get a lot of practice
Astronomers are thinking, "I hope they don't catch us"
Even if you innocent, cops get your back up
And right on cue, they bailed up this fella
Who wouldn't know hydro weed from hydro lettuce
Won't let them pressure him to step outside
Just say, "Search me here, I got nothing to hide"
Well, it seems that the constable don't take kind to that chat
And so he's up against the wall, arm behind the back
And now the crowd reacts, and right there in front of me
The cycle's complete, three-sixty degrees

We trading good times, you messing with ours
It's all peace when you step in our house
It's all "Get down," it's all "Get your hands up"
It won't suit those that are quick to anger
The punk copper who come cuff and shove him
This shit's corrupt, yo, pull the track up
You punctured the bubble, don't you know nothing?
Just trying to make a buck, man, what the fuck, man?

Man, interfering with my ability
To make a dollar, to make my art
If you coming along on "It's all peace"
Ask Klaas, no beef
Leave that shit on the streets