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You got to groove, freeze, still, move
You got to groove, freeze, stand still,
You got to groove, freeze, stand still,
You got to groove, freeze, still, move

and puffin', this track is bumpin'
Discussion on how we crushin' and
The one's bluffin', it's nothin' and while they lunchin'
We bustin' to get you, up in the

And we keep you and dubbin'
Dig it like you puffin' on
Fill it up in stomach to your astonishment, on a mission
The marvelous, star venous, novelist, killin' 'em softly
Offin' them, often in a coffin' we drillin' them, taunt 'em

All in the tournament, in the bottomless pit
Pardon me but this art is like the parliament rockets
All on yo' gardens and lawns like potholes, conically stompin'
Up on a of dominance, solid flawless, so obvious
Callin' y'all to the ball to get off the wall, yes

'Cause you got to groove, freeze, still, move
You got to groove, freeze, still, move
You got to groove, freeze, stand still,
You got to groove, freeze, still, move

I've to Africa, Brazil, everywhere across the America's
Canada, France, Italy, Copenhagen,
Everywhere, every time, every audience, mass
Some rappers make good records but live they are a

Mailin' your area, delivery carrier
Tearin' the barriers, till everyone's everyone
Whether you're heavy or Libra, or Aries, or
Vegetarian, Ebony, Ivory, seventeen or ninety

I don't care if you're or inherit inheritance
yo' parent's parent and did didn't share it with ne'er nigga
Prepare if you dare, to get yo' in the air
It's a rare form, Maryll her derriere wit' cha

Bear witness to snare kicks that and rip
Through the blarin' woofers that pummel into the air
Hit cha, it's wit' cha, yo' cares lifted, don't stare driftin'
The shiftin' slightly, so come into the lair, get some

people, you are now being rocked by the sounds
Of Xcel and Gift of Gab, Blackalicious
We're here to you higher, y'all
And I want everybody side, to side in the front and the back
in the buildin', make some noise

Jumpin', and movin', and dancin', and sweatin', and
And grindin', and bobbin', and weavin', we you outta yo' mind
And the applyin' this, high in the sky in this pilots
Flyin' this, iris, wireless mics, the fire is bright, retire

I'm sire you're and dire straits
Admirin' intelligence, dialect science
I elect myself Prez, I'll belt
that lie to get by
And get fried and left by their scientists

Thrive when guy is lit, try and spit fire with my intent
I invent sciences, try the best with no effects
Buy a vest or be in rest, tryin' to test
The in the eyes of the vibrant lion with iron tiger fists

You got to groove, freeze, stand still,
You got to groove, freeze, stand still,
You got to groove, freeze, still, move
You got to groove, freeze, still, move