Gettin' down just for the funk of it One nation and we're on the move Nothin' can stop us now If you hear any noise, it's just me and the boys Playin' with our
No Flash, No Band, No Change, yo No DJ's, No grab, No breakers, No MC What would the state of dope world truly be? No throw your hands, no screaming, no noise
lightning flashing through the dawning sky of Grandma's hand and younger day's of life's discovery from behind the veil of her guidance of the music that forums our
that Key-C in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan, I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him, we broke em all down and we all got high, our niggas dont be trippin
Two years, been through like six divorces Now the talking put my business in the street, but I'm like cement, I rock when I step Kill music with no hands
tunin? the bass The fiddle and guitar are removed from the case You know it?s Kenny O when it booms and shakes You know it?s our music by the movement
Bitch, move your ass Call me Big Beat, feel the gas The niggaz are dancin' break dance The box is shakin' the club You know my fame Girl! Bring Hennessy This party is noise
shelf Live, love life like you just don?t care 5000 leaders never scared Bring the noise, it?s the moment they fear Get up, still a beautiful idea Get up, throw your hands
where you wanna be but once you get there you start to dream about where you came from. I guess thats the part of the circle of our lives like the hands
dip to the movies, and you know us. Always on CP time. So we entered the theatre and we find our seats. Kaliko wanted me to get something from consessions
our strafe a cation clucker a sucker that ain't no gun My heat is smokin' I'm thinkin' hard all you fake ass new jack Pussy better hold that noise they
Kane and Abel On a highway, cell phones on hopin' the feds ain't listenin' on three way They tap our frequency So we got to watch what we say, from
Reality 7" by Shelter (c) 1991 "In Defence of reality" Security. Well, how secure are we? Making our plans in a castle of sand as our dreams
back!, One track, eight track, gave that residual Noise, man fuck that, we clean with the digital, Toys I'm the Apache, you're failing to match me, Throw your hands
, eight track, a-dat, residual Noise, band funk that we claim with the digital, Toys I'm the Apache, you're failing to match me, Throw your hands in
talking the grape vine I'll waste time. Need to take on the job at hand. Got skills for this professional typical certified wise man From Sky to land,
white noise, white noise White noise, white noise All that I'm hearing from you Is white noise, white noise All that I'm hearing from you Is white noise, white noise
all stars And we see that We're all in this together And it shows When we stand Hand in hand Make our dreams come true Together, together, together