| Song | We & You |
| Artist | Dan-E-O |
| Album | Underground Hip-Hop Volume 1 |
| Dan-e-o, the bull fighter, rhyme writer, el matador | |
| Lyrical mastermind, flow viciously, this MC be raw | |
| Mono marksmen be sharpenin' they skills | |
| You couldn't screw with the crew, Monolith | |
| Cus disrespect is not allowed when the Lith rolls through | |
| This rap addict's back at it to have you fags frantic | |
| Cats who have static, your caskets need plannin' | |
| Though Dan is asthmatic, I lyrically blast cannons | |
| I seriously can't stand what this industry has patented | |
| A style of rap that's laced with phrases that's basically lazy | |
| Wasting our babies' minds through songs that's crazily shady | |
| Amazing me maybe the most is how we disgrace the ladies | |
| On screens, got 'em dribbling more balls than Tracy McGrady | |
| What company hired you to give the rep that you holdin'? | |
| Sometimes I see your V.I.P. pass and bet that it's stolen | |
| You never wrote a rhyme so why your head is so swollen? | |
| Couldn't make a crowd get up even if the credits was rollin' | |
| It's a shame you an A&R, you won't get your label far | |
| Would rock groups get signed if its members couldn't play guitar? | |
| (No) then why do wack rappers make mad grands? | |
| Meanwhile, without a badge, I'm still known as The Man, yeah! | |
| [CHORUS x2] | |
| WE come to rock, YOU come to jock! | |
| WE nice the vibe and y'all niggaz dick ride! | |
| YOU come to hate, WE snatch your plate! | |
| And YOU get your food eaten every time! | |
| I crush clowns, make they're blabberin' a hushed sound | |
| Gwannin' with too much mouth like if they scored a touchdown | |
| Now they just cuss, frown and cry cuz they just found | |
| I must pound punks into the ground 'till they dust bound | |
| Cuz all you've done is rockin' in your click's sessions | |
| Assumin' that each verse makes a popular impression | |
| Stop any bredren from walkin' up into my section | |
| Cuz from one mention, I pop niggaz like big questions | |
| Still my records don't make enough funds for me | |
| And you complainin' how commercial hip-hop's come to be? | |
| You internet nerds are all punks to D | |
| How will underground survive when you get stuff for free? | |
| See this menace is a murderer with sentences | |
| Greater than percentages of pregnant kids on T.V. talk show segments is | |
| But you a faker, step to me and I'll make ya | |
| Later than periods and the times most niggaz wake up! | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| [BRIDGE] | |
| WE be the niggaz who can rock the house | |
| And YOU be the niggaz who just run your mouth | |
| See, WE be the niggaz who can make 'em dance | |
| And YOU be the niggaz you ain't got a chance | |
| See, WE be the niggaz who are bound to blow | |
| And YOU be the niggaz who ain't learned to flow | |
| So just chill and check how it's supposed to go | |
| Yo peep it, yo peep it, peep it, peep it | |
| Man, what you lookin' at? Who you tryin' to scare with your crooked raps? | |
| Cookin' facts up so all that's in your lyric book is crap | |
| Claimin' you jookin' chaps, to me you the shookest cats | |
| How you sell your soul, you might as well work where them hookers at | |
| Battle your click and start with the largest member | |
| Spirits I break with more malice than all of law's offenders | |
| Hotter than West Indian food made with the harshest pepper | |
| Serve you niggaz with verses badder than my father's temper | |
| Remember "Dear Hip Hop"?, you one of his abusers | |
| Especially you hatin' types, fake gangstas and you nerds | |
| Callin' my pager anonymously dissin' me through words | |
| No metaphors needed here: you're straight up friggin losers! | |
| Yo, you're soon to hurt, here's what happens when this tune'll burst | |
| It'll puncture the universe like dolls for a voodoo curse | |
| Do you see the moon and earth? Yo, they'll be the first to go | |
| I don't know what's worse you know, a flood or when I burst a flow! | |
| [CHORUS] |
| Daneo, the bull fighter, rhyme writer, el matador | |
| Lyrical mastermind, flow viciously, this MC be raw | |
| Mono marksmen be sharpenin' they skills | |
| You couldn' t screw with the crew, Monolith | |
| Cus disrespect is not allowed when the Lith rolls through | |
| This rap addict' s back at it to have you fags frantic | |
| Cats who have static, your caskets need plannin' | |
| Though Dan is asthmatic, I lyrically blast cannons | |
| I seriously can' t stand what this industry has patented | |
| A style of rap that' s laced with phrases that' s basically lazy | |
| Wasting our babies' minds through songs that' s crazily shady | |
| Amazing me maybe the most is how we disgrace the ladies | |
| On screens, got ' em dribbling more balls than Tracy McGrady | |
| What company hired you to give the rep that you holdin'? | |
| Sometimes I see your V. I. P. pass and bet that it' s stolen | |
| You never wrote a rhyme so why your head is so swollen? | |
| Couldn' t make a crowd get up even if the credits was rollin' | |
| It' s a shame you an A R, you won' t get your label far | |
| Would rock groups get signed if its members couldn' t play guitar? | |
| No then why do wack rappers make mad grands? | |
| Meanwhile, without a badge, I' m still known as The Man, yeah! | |
| CHORUS x2 | |
| WE come to rock, YOU come to jock! | |
| WE nice the vibe and y' all niggaz dick ride! | |
| YOU come to hate, WE snatch your plate! | |
| And YOU get your food eaten every time! | |
| I crush clowns, make they' re blabberin' a hushed sound | |
| Gwannin' with too much mouth like if they scored a touchdown | |
| Now they just cuss, frown and cry cuz they just found | |
| I must pound punks into the ground ' till they dust bound | |
| Cuz all you' ve done is rockin' in your click' s sessions | |
| Assumin' that each verse makes a popular impression | |
| Stop any bredren from walkin' up into my section | |
| Cuz from one mention, I pop niggaz like big questions | |
| Still my records don' t make enough funds for me | |
| And you complainin' how commercial hiphop' s come to be? | |
| You internet nerds are all punks to D | |
| How will underground survive when you get stuff for free? | |
| See this menace is a murderer with sentences | |
| Greater than percentages of pregnant kids on T. V. talk show segments is | |
| But you a faker, step to me and I' ll make ya | |
| Later than periods and the times most niggaz wake up! | |
| CHORUS | |
| BRIDGE | |
| WE be the niggaz who can rock the house | |
| And YOU be the niggaz who just run your mouth | |
| See, WE be the niggaz who can make ' em dance | |
| And YOU be the niggaz you ain' t got a chance | |
| See, WE be the niggaz who are bound to blow | |
| And YOU be the niggaz who ain' t learned to flow | |
| So just chill and check how it' s supposed to go | |
| Yo peep it, yo peep it, peep it, peep it | |
| Man, what you lookin' at? Who you tryin' to scare with your crooked raps? | |
| Cookin' facts up so all that' s in your lyric book is crap | |
| Claimin' you jookin' chaps, to me you the shookest cats | |
| How you sell your soul, you might as well work where them hookers at | |
| Battle your click and start with the largest member | |
| Spirits I break with more malice than all of law' s offenders | |
| Hotter than West Indian food made with the harshest pepper | |
| Serve you niggaz with verses badder than my father' s temper | |
| Remember " Dear Hip Hop"?, you one of his abusers | |
| Especially you hatin' types, fake gangstas and you nerds | |
| Callin' my pager anonymously dissin' me through words | |
| No metaphors needed here: you' re straight up friggin losers! | |
| Yo, you' re soon to hurt, here' s what happens when this tune' ll burst | |
| It' ll puncture the universe like dolls for a voodoo curse | |
| Do you see the moon and earth? Yo, they' ll be the first to go | |
| I don' t know what' s worse you know, a flood or when I burst a flow! | |
| CHORUS |