It's been long years gone since we rocked the linoleum
Blastin the broken boom box open closin
And the most awkward b-boy stance you can imagin
Grab the mic tradin my backspin for rappin
Back when the sinners dance
Dancers were listeners
Answers to caller response chance ridiculous
Pants demanded saggin
Never bigger than our britches
But the britches burned, britches were scratche
Our sins were repented for
Much later, hey yo DJ blessed the crowd with the sign of the cross
In time we find things to refine, at the same time, the heart articulating rhyme
I think it's amazing kids are waiting outside
Habitual leaders at the solidarity of this ritual see
Each invidual reach out, speak to teach the invisible how to be invincible
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Motion Movement
Architects, blueprints
Showin', groovin'
Teachers, students
Reachin' for truth in a self-revolution
The roof is on fire, what's your solution? (2x)
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This be the sum, of love plus one
Mold breakin, soul searchin
My carriage is my feet (?) pointing hella deep like sea urchin
Indeed be certain
Proceed to test your reflex knee jerk
And hid it behind a curtain on the stage
Burnin inside with rage
Rewrote the script
With my voice inside of the page
I've decided the ways
Previously paved for me to walk
Will never see me, nor my footprints
I stalk in the nighttime
Avaying(?) our hands to the sky
Like the clock at midnight
Convinced of my demise
Concluded that the crowd throws their hands in the air
Because the sky is falling
No one else seems to care
or want a piece of the pie
Not a generous share
Can I possibly prove
My intentions are clear
I'm just a word in a rhyme
And a kick in the snare
Swimming inside of inkwells to find if my spirit is there
You can find me inside of a pen waiting to burst
Drowning in the reservoir quenching my thirst
My first love's second home was my headphones
First time I wrote what I felt because I said so
Unless there's any protest allow me to begin
The weather's never deep enough to wash away my sins
So I drop it on the one
My tongue beating the drum
Beating meaning to the beat
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Motion Movement
Architects, blueprints
Showin, groovin
Teachers, students
Reaching for truth in a self-revolution
The roof is on fire, what's your solution?
Blastin the broken boom box open closin
And the most awkward b-boy stance you can imagin
Grab the mic tradin my backspin for rappin
Back when the sinners dance
Dancers were listeners
Answers to caller response chance ridiculous
Pants demanded saggin
Never bigger than our britches
But the britches burned, britches were scratche
Our sins were repented for
Much later, hey yo DJ blessed the crowd with the sign of the cross
In time we find things to refine, at the same time, the heart articulating rhyme
I think it's amazing kids are waiting outside
Habitual leaders at the solidarity of this ritual see
Each invidual reach out, speak to teach the invisible how to be invincible
<!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]-->
Motion Movement
Architects, blueprints
Showin', groovin'
Teachers, students
Reachin' for truth in a self-revolution
The roof is on fire, what's your solution? (2x)
<!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]-->
This be the sum, of love plus one
Mold breakin, soul searchin
My carriage is my feet (?) pointing hella deep like sea urchin
Indeed be certain
Proceed to test your reflex knee jerk
And hid it behind a curtain on the stage
Burnin inside with rage
Rewrote the script
With my voice inside of the page
I've decided the ways
Previously paved for me to walk
Will never see me, nor my footprints
I stalk in the nighttime
Avaying(?) our hands to the sky
Like the clock at midnight
Convinced of my demise
Concluded that the crowd throws their hands in the air
Because the sky is falling
No one else seems to care
or want a piece of the pie
Not a generous share
Can I possibly prove
My intentions are clear
I'm just a word in a rhyme
And a kick in the snare
Swimming inside of inkwells to find if my spirit is there
You can find me inside of a pen waiting to burst
Drowning in the reservoir quenching my thirst
My first love's second home was my headphones
First time I wrote what I felt because I said so
Unless there's any protest allow me to begin
The weather's never deep enough to wash away my sins
So I drop it on the one
My tongue beating the drum
Beating meaning to the beat
<!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]-->
Motion Movement
Architects, blueprints
Showin, groovin
Teachers, students
Reaching for truth in a self-revolution
The roof is on fire, what's your solution?