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Lyrics:
That's when you know a group is hip
Is when your parents say
What is it with the hippy
The hip hip hippy glows
And you cant understand a word they are sayin
Back on up back on up
Aw yeah - Back on up
Make room
Cause we about to start swelling
Catching attitude
Get buck sweat it up
And really lose cool
Its what we been commissioned to do so
Back on up and give me room
We gotta keep makin moves
My long range aim is dedicated to change
Persist to twist brains with rhymes only God can explain
Attain divine intervention if your attentions arrested
Imprisoned and in position to listen to lessons given
Gotta make moves steadily heavily bruising these dudes
We got the gift but abuse tools misleading these youths see
My birthright is light in the darkness of night
To lead the lost paying the price of sacrificing my life
I’ve been sittin and contemplating waiting anxiously peeking
Perception of these releases embracing the deeper reasons
Of timing and perfect season believing this thing is bigger
Than faces and Soundscan reaching for the completion
Of purpose in promised land watchin behind the curtain
For certain the game is hurtin looking for some solution
Searchin for revolution like music is the conclusion
Refusing to look at life a livin for forward movement
Move cowards
Move all you cowards
He scared, she scared
If you’re scared, then move
Oh god don't let me act up I feel a fit comin on
My conniption's my conviction's reaction to what's goin on
My rebuttal's far from subtle take you there just like a shuttle
Gather round the huddle embrace the pace i spit at give it a kiss and cuddle
Boy what's that there you sayin'
I'm tight like the shorts that men look gay in
Aw lawdy you don' said too much
My slightest touch is a cobra clutch
Let it be known we are the epitome of strange and bizarre
Swichin up and change our repertoire come discover who we are
Wreaking havoc on Satan's mavericks through a labyrinth filled with nooks and crannies
(an elite group called the factors)
We like the x-men so uncanny
Imagine looking up seeing the plastered ceiling cracking
It ain't because we broke we lost our minds for god provoked and crazy actin
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