Motion Movement

One, gets on stage
 Two, grab the mic
 Three, dazzle and display
 (Like this)
 It's been long years gone since we rocked the linoleum
 Blastin' the broken boom box open 'n' closin' it
 In the most awkward b-boy stance you can imagine
 Grab the mic traded my backspin for rappin'
 Back when listeners danced
 Dancers were listeners answers to caller response chance ridiculous
 Pants demanded saggin' never bigger than our britches
 But the bridges burn, bitches were scraps
 Our sins were repented for, much later,
 Ayo, DJ bless the crowd with the sign of the crossfader
 In time we find ways to refine the mind at the same time the heart articulating rhyme
 I think it's amazing kids are waiting outside
 Habitual leaders at the solidarity of this ritual see
 Each individual reach out
 Speak to teach the invisible how to be invincible
 With motion movement,
 architect's blueprint,
 showing, provin',
 teachers, students
 Reachin' for truth in a self-revolution
 The roof is on fire, what's your solution?
 Motion movement,
 architect's blueprint,
 showing, provin',
 teachers, students
 Reachin' for truth in a self-revolution
 The roof is on fire, what's your solution?
 (haha, haha)
 This be the sum of love plus one
 Mold breakin', soul searchin'
 My carriage is my feet on point and hella deep like sea urchins
 Indeed be certain, proceed to test your reflex like knee jerkin'
 Hidden behind a curtain on the stage, burnin' inside with rage
 Rewrote the script with my voice inside of the page
 I've decided the ways previously paved for me to walk will never see me nor my footprints
 I stalk in the night time of I and I hands to the sky like the clock at midnight, convinced of my demise
 Concluded that the crowd throws their hands in the air because the sky is falling and no one else seems to care
 I want a piece of the pie, not a generous share
 Can I possibly prove that my intentions are bare?
 I'm just a word in the rhyme
 And a kick in the snare
 swimming in inkwells to find if my spirit is there
 But you can find me inside of a pen, waiting to burst
 drowning in a reservoir, quenching my thirst
 My first love, second home was my headphones
 First time I wrote what I felt because I said so,
 So unless there's any protests allow me to begin
 The well is never deep enough to wash away the sins.
 So I drop it on the one, my tongue be the drum.
 Beating meaning to the beat to defeat what we've become
 With motion movement,
 architect's blueprint,
 showing, provin',
 teachers, students
 Reachin' for truth in a self-revolution
 The roof is on fire, what's your solution?
 Motion movement,
 architect's blueprint,
 showing, provin',
 teachers, students
 Reachin' for truth in a self-revolution
 The roof is on fire, what's your solution?