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GRITS
The Art of Translation 2002
Make Room текст песни
Make Room
thats when you know a group is hip
is when your parents
say
what is it with the hippy hip hip hippy glows
and
you cant understand a word they are sayin
back on up
back on up
aw yeah
back on up back on up back on up
aw yeah
back on up back on up
aw yeah
back
on up back on up
aw yeah
back on up
aw yeah
back on up
make room
cause we about to start
swelling
catching attitude
get buck sweat it up
and really lose cool
its what we been commissioned to do
so
back on up and give me room
we gotta keep makin
moves
my long range aim is dedicated to change
persist to twist brains with rhymes only god can explain
attain divine intervention if your attentions arrested
imprissioned and in position to listen to lessons given
gotta make moves steadily heavily bruising these dudes
we
got the gift but abuse tools misleading these youths see
my
birthright is light in the darkness of night
to lead the
lost paying the price of sacrificing my life
ive been
sittin and contemplating waiting anxiously peeking
perception of these releases embracing the deeper reasons
of timing and perfect season believing this thing is bigger
than faces and soundscan reaching for the completion
of
purpose in promised land watchin behind the curtain
for
certain the game is hurtin looking for some solution
searchin for revolution like music is the conclusion
refusing to look at life a livion for forward movement
oh god don't let me act up i feel a fit comin on
my conniption's my conviction's reaction to
what's goin on
my rebuttal's far from subtle take
you there just like a shuttle
gather round the huddle
embrace the pace i spit at give it a kiss and cuddle
boy
what's that there you sayin'
i'm tight like
the shorts that men look gay in
aw lawdy you don' said
too much
my slightest touch is a cobra clutch
let it
be known we are the epitomy of strange and bizarre
swichin
up and change our repertoire come discover who we are
wreaking havoc on satan's mavericks through a labyrinth
filled with nooks
and crannies (an elite group called the
factors) we like the x-men so uncanny
imagine looking up
seeing the plastered ceiling cracking
it aint because we
broke we lost our minds for god provoked and crazy actin
back on up
back on up
ah yeah back on up
move cowards
move all you cowards move
he scared she
scared
and if you scared then move
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