Styles Of Beyond: Muuvon

[Chorus: x2]Gotta be patient, gotta be calmJust keep pacin, and move on[Verse One:]Yo gimme somma that - somma what? Somma thatover there, yeah who? TakbirThe one that makes you bump when it ain't hop enoughDon't trip, Tiger Legs, move your waist, put em upWith the bump and the Mickey's club, freakin Aeon Fluxin a black tux, so back up, Tiger Chan, damnin the jam or in the flow, 90 degreeswith the Three's Company afro, crack the NewcastleWhen it's down to the wire, and I'm ready to grabPissed off enough, with no other way to reactAnother sense rap said to block the thought processDressin the bid on my conciousComplex, gotta ?, my game face, in the same placeWore my hat back, Ryu on my nameplateNever waste, valuable brainspace, or thang chaseChill, with the battle drill, that'll kill ? space[Verse Two:]Just keep pacin, and move on..With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneakI got a, million and one things to do in the weekWith the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneakI got a, million and one things to do in the weekBesides doin the freak, I'm two deep in the Jeepwith the junkyard crew, gettin somethin to eatWe lose sleep to pay dues, at two dollar venuesTen dudes, one tomboy, with attitudesthat refuse to have fun, but I don't give a {fuck}These sparks runnin through the hands, up for $20 bucksThat's a little too much, to even toss in the backespecially when you broke, livin off the scratchYou see it all comes down to the love for musicShort fuse, determinin how well we use itGuess who steps in the saloon with the platoonof forty-five caliber bass cannon kaboomsMechanical cartoon cocoons found to bustto mute the crowd fuse the move ruins the crushPlus detonator cordless mics are clutchedFingertips tight around the invisible paintbrushTo the dawn of Egyptian musk, face the styleWar trilogy way beyond "Spies Like Us" just[Chorus: x2]Gotta be patient, gotta be calmJust keep pacin, and move on[Verse Three:]Yo, I grab the rhythm by the waist and shake my own soundDroppin it with ?, but my actions tangoFeelin the melodic remedy of an narcoticDancefloor cuisine wanna get - you got itMy ? allowed knows how we get downto these audio effects burn a hole in the groundWith the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneakI got a, million and one things to do in the weekWith the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneakI got a, million and one things to do in the weekBesides doin the freak, I got two in the JeepHalf black Thai in the back Jew in the front seatPumpin loud beats, hit harder than concreteCalm before tropical storm Chan can bomb peepsWhat the plan - what the dealIf I can - then I willFlowin like grass with the mass appealWhat the plan - I'ma chillWhy man, you feelin ill?Stop actin like a (bitch) and take an AdvilIt's a planYo man, you goin out or what?Yeah give me five minutes and I'll meet you in the truck[Chorus: x4]Gotta be patient, gotta be calmJust keep pacin, and move on