Lower the Dynamite ('92 Style)

Lower the dynamite!

Back, with the remix, listen to the bass kick

Every damn thing in the song fits

You got to move 'cause the groove is funky

A beat too sweet for you to sit around frontin'

Like it ain't pumpin', let me tell you something

This right here will get your bass bins bumpin'

Keeping you in a hype mood all night

The groove is tight and Madness is on the mic

You know we had to keep tradition

That's why by my side is the mighty Magician

Rockin' that ass for a long while

Hit after hit, never bit, and we kickin' the new style

So get with the flow, or should I say duo?

With the rhymers and then you can check the way the bass goes

'Cause we got the drop that hits you right

The boys from Orlando and Miami are lowering the dynamite

If you've ever been to a show put on by the duo

Then you should know the drop is good to go

We're steady building a reputation

For shutting down nightclubs all across the nation

I remember this gig at Power Station

The amp just couldn't handle the way Mike was bassin'

One hit way too hard

All the juice cut off and I was rhymin' in the dark

That's just a mere example

Of what'll happen if your ass ain't ample

Mike, the man with the bass and the breaks

Known to make Rockford Fosgates break the tape

All you kickers, you bumpers, you soundwave makers

You're on the first song, your system's blown, see you later

Blowing bass bins out of sight

And that's the crucial part, the way we lower the dynamite

Sound system check, one-two

I got what you got, I bring the drop to you

Even if you're three blocks down

You're gonna feel my quake shake the ground

I like to cruise through the projects coastin'

Real slow, I don't jet, and watch the girlies sweat

They start lookin' and jookin', sayin', "Who's that?"

Madness in the jet black Cadillac

They all want me to stop, not go

And if one's real fly, I'll roll down my window

Let her feel the blast of the AC

Then find out just how bad she wants to get with me

It's the dynamite, gets them every time

Better than any line that you can formulate in your mind

And you know who supplies it, makes you wanna buy it

Magic Mike will not be quiet

The drop makes the system jam

And God forbid Madness puts a microphone in his hand

Then it'll really funk

And make you jump like someone poured hot sauce down your rump

No exaggerations

While your productions is rushing the whole damn nation

And it's only right

'Cause who the hell's better at lowering the dynamite?