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!