Motion 5000

[Verse 1]
Mickle mingey BPM [?]
Slow blends is my friends
We transcends till when
We grooves with no end
Intense like sun-rays
Scorching down hard
Some next types of charge
Is at large
I sight the Devil
In all forms of trait
Fusing up the friction
Stirring up the hate
My Gosh!
I disagree, I never saw
Just a skin-war
I see oppressed against oppression
But this mode's oppression
Is dressed with many guise
To side-step their sights
I feel with inner eyes
Watch them paro cats, them
Now I dictate to friend:
Dem a spee, they just don't see that
Friction in waiting
Be the dislocation
In this limb that could be mighty, moving tight
I guess I'm a romantic
My plan is to defy
The nature of an eye
That's bent on me and mine

[Chorus]
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Steady flexing with some next type of motion
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It's with some next type of motion

[Verse 2]
I grooves on with the pureness
I grace with the breeze
Could not give a damn
If a damn be to sleaze
I be just swinging this heartfelt profound
Get getting down
Though fools might shun my sound
I proceed with procedures well
Container in my hand and I'm heading to the well
I bring views for the masses to share
I fights down greed 'cos there's heaps here to spare
But, back in the days
I were full of bitterness
Seen the next man's gain
I was green and full of stress
Got to get me mine so I could mangle with my worth
If death be the tool, then cats hit the earth
Gracious Lord!
Be feels to shame
Proud for the change
Now I gets kilogram gain

(A basic procedure
How I heed ya
Alrighty
Okay.)

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Steady flexing with some next type of motion
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[Verse 3]
I'm extending my hand to the everyday folk
Trying to slip from the grip of a living-dead float
The glimmity-glam - I've got 'nuff of them fooled
By the way I open up and prepare to be schooled
Trekking through the cess-pit
I sharps up my wit
Numbing to the pressure of an ego-trip
I'm making slick with mad energy
And mad magnitude
Wha gwan with snakes [?]
I'm yet to be clued [?]
What holds me so close to these deep sides of mine
Pre-occupation with this rootique refine
I know not
But good God, she eats out my skin
The nature of a deep side
That lies deep within
Ever be sourcing to inspire
See me like rain to a wild bush-fire
Rootique refine
Is the spine of my joint
Thy heartless have got to catch cuff to the groin

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Steady flexing with some next type of motion
For real -
It's with some next type of motion
Steady flexing with some next type of motion
Indeed -
It's with some next type of motion
Steady flexing with some next type of motion
For real -
It's with some next type of motion
Steady flexing with some next type of motion
For real -
It's with some next type of motion
Steady flexing with some next type of motion
For real -
It's with some next type of motion
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With some next
Types
Of motion
Know the notion
We smooth like baby dancing lotion
Oh God!
Strings!
Trill!
Legato!
Oh right
Oh right