Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swerve... the reeping of all that is worthwhile (Noir not withstanding), artist - Shabazz Palaces.
Date of issue: 27.06.2011
Song language: English
Swerve... the reeping of all that is worthwhile (Noir not withstanding) |
Man, if you talking bout it, it’s a show |
But if you move about it, then it’s a go |
Now, if you talking bout it, it’s a show |
But if you move about it, then it’s a go |
Now, if you talking bout it that’s for show |
But a nigga move about it, then it’s a go, yeah |
Now, if you talking bout it, that’s show |
But if you move about it, then it’s a go, well |
Dynamic electromagnetic style stencils |
Golden-tempered circles enjoyed only by the members |
Heat sparkles, raining octaves upon the spinners |
Movement improvement, smooth shit, you grooving, you a winner |
Aqua-walking, languid-talking, just stepped in the cleaners |
Upper levels, precious metals drip your neck and fingers |
Fifty zillion popped shirts, wave this and leaners |
The hard sounding peoples, ain’t nothing can’t get between us |
Dances receiving the splash signals, so to swim in |
Magical places we get in with the shiny women |
Win our idol pink girl, our bodies by wraith division |
The moonlight and diamond cloud glistenin' glaze that we dipped in |
Every sound, we trying to mash is essential |
We run the latest feelings, they just re-rap through the givens |
Them are talk first, we are observe and listen |
Then shut you off the fiction plots, and friction to the pistons |
Ladies that’s twistin', the music’s kissin', you forbidden |
Rappers that fake, make no mistake, you we are dissing |
To dance on the floor, and around, that is our mission |
No sittin', getting fit and shit. |
Enjoy your chew with them niggas from |
The doors where the black space flow |
Black cats, freestyles, big bro |
Fly, die high, super wise on the floor |
Said it go out fast, but it come back slow |
What you know? |
(what you know?) |
That it come back slow |
It go out fast, but it come back slow |
Nigga, mind how you go, keep your swerve in control |
Cause it go out fast, but it come back slow |
Boogie woogie woogie with your body, feel free |
The mind loses connectivity |
Over the years, plenty of seed |
Wiggle, move the cold in me (saying) |
See, you reap what you sow |
Gathering it knows really never gets old |
Stories and dance around to be told |
So I |
Shiver me timbers, relax my spine |
Play it then, let my soul unwind |
Streams of energy now intertwined |
To sway my hips comes instinctively |
Communication distinctively |
To unchain those like minded with glee |
To wig out philosaly |
United Negro Movement Improvement Act |
Like you wanted when the groove went improved you, that |
You were wanted on the dance floor and you move back |
To the wall with all the ((chu nu sta sing kat)) |
You plant wildflowers, I was dancing back-to-back |
Ch-ch-cheeky, no, we stay geek, asthma attack |
As we sweat it out, we get it out, we deal to that |
To a girl that make me say, «Bang my heel to that» |
And there’s no need to oppose or appeal to that |
Once the rhythm hits the rhyme I’m a filled with that |
Nigga down the sol lime, I’m Corneel, get that |
You catch it and the beat’s fine, say the realest cats |
And then we step out of our trance |
Back to 3 dimensions and hands in our pants |
And it was such a force, I tried to stop it but I can’t |
So still it morphs, this shit is way too advanced (too advanced, too advanced) |
Black is you, black is me, black is us, black is free |
Black is me, black is you, black is us, black is free |
Black is us, black is you, black is us, black is free |
Black is free, black is you, black is us, black is free |