thats when you know a group is hipis when your parents
saywhat is it with the hippy hip hip hippy glowsand
you cant understand a word they are sayinback on up
back on upaw yeahback on up back on up back on up
aw yeahback on up back on upaw yeahback
on up back on up aw yeahback on up aw yeahback on up make roomcause we about to start
swellingcatching attitudeget buck sweat it upand really lose coolits what we been commissioned to do
soback on up and give me roomwe gotta keep makin
movesmy long range aim is dedicated to changepersist to twist brains with rhymes only god can explainattain divine intervention if your attentions arrestedimprissioned and in position to listen to lessons givengotta make moves steadily heavily bruising these dudeswe
got the gift but abuse tools misleading these youths seemy
birthright is light in the darkness of nightto lead the
lost paying the price of sacrificing my lifeive been
sittin and contemplating waiting anxiously peekingperception of these releases embracing the deeper reasonsof timing and perfect season believing this thing is biggerthan faces and soundscan reaching for the completionof
purpose in promised land watchin behind the curtainfor
certain the game is hurtin looking for some solutionsearchin for revolution like music is the conclusionrefusing to look at life a livion for forward movementoh god don't let me act up i feel a fit comin onmy conniption's my conviction's reaction to
what's goin onmy rebuttal's far from subtle take
you there just like a shuttlegather round the huddle
embrace the pace i spit at give it a kiss and cuddleboy
what's that there you sayin'i'm tight like
the shorts that men look gay inaw lawdy you don' said
too muchmy slightest touch is a cobra clutchlet it
be known we are the epitomy of strange and bizarreswichin
up and change our repertoire come discover who we arewreaking 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 uncannyimagine looking up
seeing the plastered ceiling crackingit aint because we
broke we lost our minds for god provoked and crazy actinback on upback on upah yeah back on upmove cowardsmove all you cowards movehe scared she
scaredand if you scared then move
saywhat is it with the hippy hip hip hippy glowsand
you cant understand a word they are sayinback on up
back on upaw yeahback on up back on up back on up
aw yeahback on up back on upaw yeahback
on up back on up aw yeahback on up aw yeahback on up make roomcause we about to start
swellingcatching attitudeget buck sweat it upand really lose coolits what we been commissioned to do
soback on up and give me roomwe gotta keep makin
movesmy long range aim is dedicated to changepersist to twist brains with rhymes only god can explainattain divine intervention if your attentions arrestedimprissioned and in position to listen to lessons givengotta make moves steadily heavily bruising these dudeswe
got the gift but abuse tools misleading these youths seemy
birthright is light in the darkness of nightto lead the
lost paying the price of sacrificing my lifeive been
sittin and contemplating waiting anxiously peekingperception of these releases embracing the deeper reasonsof timing and perfect season believing this thing is biggerthan faces and soundscan reaching for the completionof
purpose in promised land watchin behind the curtainfor
certain the game is hurtin looking for some solutionsearchin for revolution like music is the conclusionrefusing to look at life a livion for forward movementoh god don't let me act up i feel a fit comin onmy conniption's my conviction's reaction to
what's goin onmy rebuttal's far from subtle take
you there just like a shuttlegather round the huddle
embrace the pace i spit at give it a kiss and cuddleboy
what's that there you sayin'i'm tight like
the shorts that men look gay inaw lawdy you don' said
too muchmy slightest touch is a cobra clutchlet it
be known we are the epitomy of strange and bizarreswichin
up and change our repertoire come discover who we arewreaking 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 uncannyimagine looking up
seeing the plastered ceiling crackingit aint because we
broke we lost our minds for god provoked and crazy actinback on upback on upah yeah back on upmove cowardsmove all you cowards movehe scared she
scaredand if you scared then move