Styles of Beyond — Muuvon

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Yo, gimme some of that — Some of what? Some of that
Over there, yeah who? Takbir
The one that makes you bump when it ain’t hop enough
Don’t trip, Tiger Legs, move your waist, put ’em up
With the bump and the Mickey’s club, freakin’ Aeon Flux
In a black tux, so back up, Tiger Chan, damn
In the jam or in the flow, 90 degrees
With the Three’s Company afro, crack the Newcastle
When it’s down to the wire and I’m ready to grab
Pissed off enough with no other way to react
Another sense rap said to block the thought process
Dressin’ the bid on my concious
Complex, gotta get dentures, my game face, in the same place
Wore my hat back, Ryu on my nameplate
Never waste, valuable brainspace, or thang chase
Chill, with the battle drill, that’ll kill, change pace

Just keep pacin, and move on
With the time tickin’, deadline waitin’ to sneak
I got a million and one things to do in the week
With the time tickin’, deadline waitin’ to sneak
I got a million and one things to do in the week
Besides doin’ the freak, I’m two deep in the Jeep
With the junkyard crew, gettin’ somethin’ to eat
We lose sleep to pay dues at two dollar venues
Ten dudes, one tomboy, with attitudes
That refuse to have fun, but I don’t give a-
These sparks runnin’ through the hands, up for $20
That’s a little too much, to even toss in the back
Especially when you broke, livin’ off the scratch
You see, it all comes down to the love for music
Short fuse, determinin’ how well we use it
Guess who steps in the saloon with the platoon
Of forty-five caliber bass cannon kabooms?
Mechanical cartoon cocoons found to bust
To mute the crowd fuse the move ruins the crush
Plus detonator cordless mics are clutched
Fingertips tight around the invisible paintbrush
To the dawn of Egyptian musk, face the style
War trilogy way beyond «Spies Like Us» just

Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
Just keep pacin’ and move on
Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
Just keep pacin’ and move on

Yo, I grab the rhythm by the waist and shake my own sound
Droppin it with every throw, but my actions tango
Feelin’ the melodic remedy of a narcotic
Dancefloor cuisine, wanna? — Yeah, you got it
My ? allowed knows how we get down
To these audio effects, burn a hole in the ground
With the time tickin, deadline waitin’ to sneak
I got a million and one things to do in the week
With the time tickin’ deadline waitin’ to sneak
I got a million and one things to do in the week
Besides doin’ the freak, I got two in the Jeep
Half black Thai in the back, Jew in the front seat
Pumpin’ loud beats, hit harder than concrete
Calm before tropical storm, Chan can bomb peeps
What the plan — what the deal
If I can — then I will
Flowin’ like grass with the mass appeal
What the plan — I’mma chill
Why man, you feelin’ ill?
Stop actin’ like a bitch and take an Advil
It’s a plan
Yo man, you goin out or what?
Yeah give me five minutes and I’ll meet you in the truck

Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
Just keep pacin’ and move on
Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
Just keep pacin’ and move on
Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
Just keep pacin’ and move on
Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
Just keep pacin’ and move on