| Get on the dancefloor
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| Start to clap your hands for
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| The smooth operator, what more can your ask for
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| The musical maestro
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| That’s usin the mic so
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| I can spark up the entire place like nitro-
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| Glycerine because the crowd is sizzlin
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| Bobbin they heads to what’s said and still listenin
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| I specialize in fun
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| And I must know what’s happenin cos you’re dancin like re-run
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| So behold the natural born soul, a rhythm
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| To get em and hit em as I party with em
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| My job is to make you all feel this
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| But I’m not don cornelius
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| I’m just a new black cesar here to please ya, ease ya
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| Movin and groovin, provin, soothin at your leisure
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| I don’t sing or yell
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| But my rhymes reach out and touch more people than Ma Bell
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| The brain of the Kane’s so intelligent
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| You think dancin is irrelevant
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| And start stompin like a elephant
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| But that’s not necessary, just let the beat carry
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| You into somethin funkadelic
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| That might best describe
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| The musical vibe you feel when I arrive
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| From the moment I walk through the door
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| I gotta keep em on the floor
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| Get up and dance and move your body across the floor
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| Go on and do your thing until you’re feelin sore
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| (I can’t dance no more)
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| Get on up and dance
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| (Let's dance)
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| Get on up and dance
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| (Give it here)
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| Get on up and dance
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| (Funky)
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| Look
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| You came in the disco
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| Thinkin it would be just low
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| But I’mma make sure you enjoy this show
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| You won’t have a chance to sit down
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| (Get down)
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| And listen to rhymes that go the mile like a marathon
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| A voice that’s choice, as strong as sarah vaugh
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| Swift delivery flowin like a river be
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| Flowin, but only ladies know my tongue is that slippery
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| I grab the mic and then we’ll see
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| Who can d-a-n-c-e
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| Makin the crowd roar for more of what they saw
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| And I’m sure that I can keep em on the floor
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| Oh
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| Feel like I’m down here by myself sometimes
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| I’m ready to break this groove down
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| You’re ready
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| So I’mma let the music just stop
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| And we gon' get into our own thing for a minute here
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| You’re ready
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| Break it down
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| Keep on dancin
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| (Keep on dancin)
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| (Dance)
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| Bring in paramedics to relieve the
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| Trace of this bad case of dance fever
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| Cos I can feel the disco heat gettin to me
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| While the sweat got my silk drawers stickin to me
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| But I can’t stop, I gotta party
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| Like a gun on the dancefloor and catch a body
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| I might move real smooth
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| Then again dance real silly
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| Just like a hillbilly
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| As i make sure the beat is kept
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| So all the party people stay in step
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| Become a slave to the rhythm
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| Grab someone of the opposite sex and dance with em
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| Put your partner on the floor and face em
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| That shows a positive sign of unification
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| And if all party goers could make this move
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| We’d be one nation under a groove
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| So let’s try this, stop the violence
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| That can only result in peace from what I sense
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| To be straight to the point
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| A little love and harmony — mh (it's the joint)
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| So build a nation, pump the bass and
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| The treble beyond the level of imagination
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| So the Big Daddy Kane can endure
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| And the name of this tune is Keep Em on the Floor
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| (Everybody get up) |