Be Bop Thing
Well it's a bebop thing, the way that we got swing
Got things to make you that see we got wings
We fly, higher than the tree tops in
Your mind state, elevated from the beat I bring
To see the future... Nah, we don't need I Ching
We gonna rock heads harder than police my friend
We got more funk than every single knee sock in
The laundromat,let the sax ease on in, c'mon
They wanna know why we always try to push the limits
Hook to finish, the reason I don't look to gimmicks
To make em dig it, I go to war like a frigate
And fight the inner urges and inner critics
And it's a vicious, battle; survival of the fittest
Live for you to kick it and vibe without a grimace
I took a minute aside just to slide you an explicit
Sign without a picket, that it's time to listen
He bop, she bop and we bop
B-boys are gonna be bop if we drop
The right beat, props to the people that we watch
That keep rocking out even after the beat stops
I let 'em go till the birds and bees bop
To make y'all dance till both of your knees lock
I get down like Ewoks on Endo
Here I go, let it flow, let em know, That I'm dope, cheerio
Tell em yo
Got things to make you that see we got wings
We fly, higher than the tree tops in
Your mind state, elevated from the beat I bring
To see the future... Nah, we don't need I Ching
We gonna rock heads harder than police my friend
We got more funk than every single knee sock in
The laundromat,let the sax ease on in, c'mon
They wanna know why we always try to push the limits
Hook to finish, the reason I don't look to gimmicks
To make em dig it, I go to war like a frigate
And fight the inner urges and inner critics
And it's a vicious, battle; survival of the fittest
Live for you to kick it and vibe without a grimace
I took a minute aside just to slide you an explicit
Sign without a picket, that it's time to listen
He bop, she bop and we bop
B-boys are gonna be bop if we drop
The right beat, props to the people that we watch
That keep rocking out even after the beat stops
I let 'em go till the birds and bees bop
To make y'all dance till both of your knees lock
I get down like Ewoks on Endo
Here I go, let it flow, let em know, That I'm dope, cheerio
Tell em yo
Credits
Writer(s): Geoffrey Wilkinson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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