At The Party Lyrics - Singles - Macklemore

Door Bell Rings 

I walked in with a pimp strut 

... "What up?" 

Door man's like, "You on the list?" 

I'm like, "Shiiii... 

I should be there... like after the L's" 

He said it's too early to tell 

"Fuck it, go ahead." 

Afrika Bambaataa 

Kool Herc was looping the break beat 

Rocksteady was breakin' 

That's what's up 

Gave Scott La Rock dap 

Proceeded up to the bar one Taki 183 and flat black was tight on the wall 

Eddie Pint was with Dante 

And went to bomb broadway 

Sugarhill, Run-D.M.C. were kickin' raps 

Busta and the Beasties came in, drinking brass monkeys 

Bumrushed the show, hopped on stage then 

A whole bunch of white dudes opened the door and came in 

After Ed Lover, Dr. Dre then Big Daddy Kane 

Said there ain't no half steppin', walk this way 

Went to the next room had the 90's on it, "hell yeah" 

Ayo it smell like chronic 

Hella juice & gin 

I grab my cup, try to fill it to the brim 

Somebody said "Ayo, you ain't chipped in? I'm playing nephew, go ahead" 

Ice Cube was choppin' it up 

With MC Ren and Quik was playing the cuts 

I saw Eazy, Spice 1, and King Tee 

Bloods and Crips talkin shit and straight schemin' 

Olde English, Starter caps, and gold daytons 

Gold-plated, hearing Bones, Jheri curl activator 

And the party started crackin 

And this dude in the background who looked familiar started dancing... 

But I don't know he seemed dope 

The whole party was like he hadn't rapped in the east coast 

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Lyrical, physical, very artistical 

Give the party people something funky to listen to 

Step up if you wanna get hurt 

Step, Step up if you wanna get hurt 

All you MC's are some riders 

All you need is a line 

Til' you change and rearrange 

And then what happened this time 

I checkmate, terminate, never late, contemplate 

Mind state is never fake, hesitate you lose 

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There was this group in the cypher called Das FX 

And a Tribe Called Quest 

Q-Tip was searchin' for his wallet sayin' somebody got him 

10 dollars sayin' it was someone from Compton 

LL was on the side of the kangol, talkin' about his Momma 

Sayin' that if anyone stepped 

They'd get knocked out. He promised 

Watching Butter-Pecan Ricans licking their ice cream 

Ghostface did lines, and Bees that were lime green 

??????, liquorice and a dutch 

I hit that shit once and then passed out off the blunt 

I woke up in struggle for breath by Nas 

He said sleep was the cousin of death, my God 

Door busted down and I thought it was the cops 

It was 2Pac saying that he had just gotten shot 

Stood up out the wheel chair said "fuck this city." 

Grabbed a Cristal bottle, pointed it at Biggie 

Puff jumped up was like "take that, one" 

The whole party stopped and said... 

2Pac left the party with Suge in the 'lac 

Nobody ever thought that 'Pac would never come back 

An hour later Big and Puff left 

Big said he was ready to die, but there'd be life after his death 

Craziest shit I've ever been to, the wildest venue 

But it wasn't over yet, the party must continue... 

Yeah, Yeah I said continue 

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah 

Pink gators, my Detroit players 

Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn 

At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick 

You know and I know, I flow some old funky shit 

Crucial, lyrical style ain't what it used to 

Microphone check one two (echo) 

For some, this is where the party began 

Some say it's where the party was crashed 

There was a new room, a new dude named Shady in the Aftermath 

"Hi, my name is, what..." it was that everybody started to want to rap 

Rock fans from the other parties put down their guitar straps 

And started writing their bars on a pad 

The 'burbs were already in the building 

And the media been feeling if another party was on smash 

Pepsi endorsements, Spike, Coca-cola 

Was tellin' the whole world where the party was at 

The line to get in, it wasn't just around the building 

It was around New Zealand and the underground was making chat 

Saying it was wack; remember the art the heart, they taking it back 

But it was too late for that, they started making, scratch the line 

Complaining about the game, was saying it's wack 

Hold up, half the people that were dissing it 

Were half the reason that the party was so big 

And everyone in line was out there trying to get respect 

And then the party got put on the internet 

Shit 

They bum-rushed the door 

You couldn't move anymore 

There wasn't room on the floor 

And out came the neighbors 

Getting on TV and complaining about the noise 

Bill O'Reilly and Oprah came down and they started hating 

The venue wasn't making money cause no one was paying 

Unless you had Lil' Wayne or T-Pain in the room 

Nas came down and said the party was dead 

Somebody lit a match all you heard was a 

BOOM