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lirik lagu motion movement – blue scholars

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, b-tches were scr-ps
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 h-lla 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

- blue scholars

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