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