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Motion 2000 Remix

Sometimes I
Feel that I’m not wrapped tight, but I do
What?
Rap tight.
I have insight
Iron light the dark, weld, sir, but give out
They bug me out, I spark—plug me in. Now I’m within
Turn me up (Turn me up), I’m shocking you in your jaw
Upon the next sidewalks, you ought to defy what?
Some flaw
And, furthermore, it’s a dirty floor that’s in front of people
At the first stair, we may have pierced you.
We’ll see about
Being human, but I’m much more—check out what I be doing:
I’ll be answering questions of how and why.
Why is the grass
Green?
Why is there blue sky?
We deals with chromosomes
In the usage of microphones and how to lace a track
And how to act when you leave home, TEC took aim
With the flame over game plan, and outside the rhyme
We’re still the same, man—just a bit louder and more grimy
Spit.
We hit the airways, and the rap world’s split
Addictive rhythm, multiple sensation
Motion 2000 taking over the nation
Just a daily operation, gang of stars forming
Constellations, living out aspirations, got
People pouring perspiration, asses moving to
Vibrations, we’re lacing A, B, and C
Is an Ace like a Masta, but I’m from Queens, Sittin'
On Chrome, incubating platinum dreams, creaming
The competition, crapping on ‘em like pigeons, ripping
Vocal incisions with algorithms so precise
Mic surgery—give it up—some armed burglary
Claim you ain’t never heard of Poly?
Committing
False perjury, known for Mashing out Posses
Like M.O.P.—ask any true authority
With street degrees.
Strictly roots with overproof
Potency.
Okey-doke phonies I deflect and reject
‘Cause they don’t come correct while I deliver direct
Got moves like Tekken—we'll break a hole in your neck
Addictive rhythm, multiple sensation
Motion 2000 taking over the nation
Yo, on the streets
It’s like, «Sleep if you want or sleep with the fish»
I’m cheffing a dish hot like grits on bare back
Feel that, for sure, from the burbs to the grimy city
Corridor where we started this.
Some rugged to the bone
Some soft like cartilage—regardless, survivalist
Living this.
Time fly, some die, some return
As alumni thanks to the Most High
Divine intervention, they missed your kid in a drive-by
Inhale life, exhale the wicked and trife
Through the yellow smoke clouding your sight, choking your windpipe
Through the fog and mist, we combat with
Police and Beast in this jungle habitat shit, so for the
New millenni, really, Poly next to flow
Make y’all all hit the ground like The Roots video
You ain’t know?
Better get a pamphlet and read up
While we rip the beat up and make you want to stash your heater
Addictive rhythm, multiple sensation
Motion 2000 taking over the nation