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Verse 1 Sit back get close and listen don't need ya 20/20 This here for people who be counted few amongst the many, Oh not just you but any can get Shand like Remy Remy Get Brown like Jimmy Jimmy - James down now really, really. Ohh Commence to lockin' hip non-stop hop-rockin', Yes-yes and it don't becuz we just so good to it, Whatever you call it from Cali to Charlotte We spit universal dialect and everybody Grooves to it. (now who is this) Shabach, the sponsor of course from them Camp Quesos' and we can't stop makin' that [Hook:] This that music- That make you wanna stand up and throw Your hands up and let the world just know what your made of -this that music- That for sees the dreams of young teens Who've seen asking what does it all mean -this that music- The quick to box you in reach the unreach And connect to them -this that music- That brings it full circle back round the Table where the dirty be found Verse 2 This is for the people unwilling to sink through Pitfalls earthquakes that lay underneath you Those who stand tall when others are afraid to Rise up climb up when odds are against you No matter what you been through what your Now into this is faith music So watch what we do with it-food for Thought use it and let it just soak a bit Let yourself go like type of music Verse 3 Shake your money maker, dance it for the Savior Gonna be hotter later better tell ya neighbor (music) That makes me wanna water them seeds And bring harvest to a world of weeds And give hope to a person in need and Band aid to a heart that bleeds But some of us aint up to speed, Ya holla with a mic in ya hand that's just it You just holla with a mic - (music!) That makes me wanna slap ya back and have Respect for this thang called rap, You a chump not a champ you got monthly cramps, Pretender I worship the #1 contender now [Hook:] Verse 4 I spit gravy and grits makin your lady flip, Shakin ya hips stay and be my baby, Hip hop don't mean a thing to me lately it's so easy It's like white magic Dj and 'dem slick keeping it greasy, This weak industry feeding me so I'll shriek for infinity Leaving ya vicinity grinning for freaks, bump the popular I be poppin them like heat up on the poppy seeds Dj controlling your mind, cq we do ride and move You and pin ya'll like voodoo dolls not use my Mooshoo my tongues my pistol my life is my Prizm my crystal my light's spectrum for Christ, so who Do you like let me advise my Christ give me a high I'm feeling it now Baby pa, so gather round little children gather round Dj Maj Campquest bring that funk to town - lets go! [Hook:] (Vamp) Throw up both of your hands to the #1 contender (4X)
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