Lead

First undulate tightly, dancing wildly
Look in the bottom of your heart, hey men now
Four men's cool stereo, before you notice, this place is a B-boy park battle
Left hand's on the mic phone, swaying, bounce, baby
Check check micmaster
Running through the streets, original rock, boy, attention please
Kick off from the asphalt and jump up high, if you can't fly, you'll get your butt smacked
Follow my white shoes, heads, step step, one, two, dance
Hip hop hippie to the hippie hiphip hey you don't stop
Everyone, get down, everyone, jump on, clap clap L the E the A the D

Whatcha gonna do?
Pass your cap around with confidence
With an agitated glance
Show me what you got
Gripping the mic, it's my tool of the trade
I'm going down this road

No doubt about it, pantylines, perversity, tuck your shirt in, put your hands up
I'm gonna dive onto the waves of hands and deliver you to an undeveloped area, oh!
This stage is a sword fight of words, the def light
Wave your hands left and right, hi power jump around alright
It's a high-speed spin in a circle, body line, it's now or never, brainwashing you with the flow from da speaker
It's noisy up ahead, jumping in your sneakers, shake off the meter, your destination is...
Rock the house, body people, come on
Rock the house, two turntables
Rock the house, four MCs
Rock the house, rock the house

Whatcha gonna say?
This new routine is tight
Ordinary people can't reproduce this, I know
Do the best you got
Strike your steps with all your body and soul
The age, the time, and everything

On an unexplored battle street
(Keep you all in check)
My body knows the shortest distance to win
Push forward now, even if your vision's obscured
Raise your voice, yeah, rock! Lead!
Follow me to the end

Put your hands up, put your hands up like that
Put your hands up, it's still not enough
Put your hands up, whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
Put your hands up, three, two, one, come on
My dreaming rhyme bump bump real, keep it real, I'm interested
If you fall down, just get back up again, it's funky crazy monkey sexy and dirty
With a sidelong glance, hip hop sound, kick the sound on, thank you
I'll take you to Shangri-la, baby, so raise your voice and free your mind

Whatcha gonna do?
Pass your cap around with confidence
With an agitated glance
Show me what you got
Gripping the mic, it's my tool of the trade
I'm going down this road
Whatcha gonna say?
This new routine is tight
Ordinary people can't reproduce this, I know
Do the best you got
Strike your steps with all your body and soul
The age, the time, and everything