Muuvon

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Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
 Just keep pacin' and muuvon
 Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
 Just keep pacin' and muuvon
 Yo gimme some a that, some a what?
 Some a that over there, yeah who? Takbir
 The one that makes you bump when it ain't hop enough
 Don't trip, Tiger Legs, move your waist, put 'em up
 With the bump and the Mickey's club, freakin' Aeon Flux
 In a black tux, so back up, Tiger Chan, damn
 In the jam or in the flow, 90 degrees
 With the Three's Company afro, crack the Newcastle
 When it's down to the wire and I'm ready to grab
 Pissed off enough, with no other way to react
 Another sense rap said to block the thought process
 Dressin' the bid on my conscious
 Complex, gotta [unverified], my game face, in the same place
 Wore my hat back, Ryu on my nameplate
 Never waste, valuable brain space, or thang chase
 Chill, with the battle drill, that'll kill [unverified] space
 Just keep pacin' and muuvon
 With the time tickin' deadlin' waitin' to sneak
 I got a, million and one things to do in the week
 With the time tickin' deadlin' waitin' to sneak
 I got a, million and one things to do in the week
 Besides doin' the freak, I'm two deep in the Jeep
 With the junkyard crew, gettin' somethin' to eat
 We lose sleep to pay dues, at two dollar venues
 Ten dudes, one tomboy, with attitudes
 That refuse to have fun but I don't give a
 (Fuck)
 These sparks runnin' through the hands
 Up for $20 bucks
 That's a little too much, to even toss in the back
 Especially when you broke, livin' off the scratch
 You see it all comes down to the love for music
 Short fuse, determinin' how well we use it
 Guess who steps in the saloon with the platoon
 Of forty-five caliber bass cannon kaboom
 Mechanical cartoon cocoons found to bust
 To mute the crowd fuse the move ruins the crush
 Plus detonator cordless mics are clutched
 Fingertips tight around the invisible paintbrush
 To the dawn of Egyptian musk, face the style
 War trilogy way beyond spies like us just
 Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
 Just keep pacin' and muuvon
 Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
 Just keep pacin' and muuvon
 Yo, I grab the rhythm by the waist and shake my own sound
 Droppin' it with [unverified] but my actions tango
 Feelin' the melodic remedy of an narcotic
 Dance floor cuisine wanna get you got it
 My [unverified] allowed knows how we get down
 To these audio effects burn a hole in the ground
 With the time tickin' deadlin' waitin' to sneak
 I got a, million and one things to do in the week
 With the time tickin' deadlin' waitin' to sneak
 I got a, million and one things to do in the week
 Besides doin' the freak, I got two in the Jeep
 Half black Thai in the back Jew in the front seat
 Pumpin' loud beats, hit harder than concrete
 Calm before tropical storm Chan can bomb peeps
 What the plan, what the deal if I can then I will
 Flowin' like grass with the mass appeal
 What the plan, I'ma chill, why man, you feelin' ill?
 Stop actin' like a and take an Advil
 (Bitch)
 It's a plan
 Yo man, you goin' out or what?
 Yeah, give me five minutes
 And I'll meet you in the truck
 Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
 Just keep pacin' and muuvon
 Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
 Just keep pacin' and muuvon
 Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
 Just keep pacin' and muuvon
 Gotta be patient, gotta be calm
 Just keep pacin' and muuvon

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Duration
04:04
Key
9
Tempo
111 BPM

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