Motion 5000

[Verse 1] Mickle mingey BPM [?] Slow blends is my friends We transcends till when We grooves with no end Intense like sun-rays Scorching down hard Some next types of charge Is at large I sight the Devil In all forms of trait Fusing up the friction Stirring up the hate My Gosh! I disagree, I never saw Just a skin-war I see oppressed against oppression But this mode's oppression Is dressed with many guise To side-step their sights I feel with inner eyes Watch them paro cats, them Now I dictate to friend: Dem a spee, they just don't see that Friction in waiting Be the dislocation In this limb that could be mighty, moving tight I guess I'm a romantic My plan is to defy The nature of an eye That's bent on me and mine [Chorus] Steady flexing with some next type of motion For real - It's with some next type of motion Steady flexing with some next type of motion For real - It's with some next type of motion [Verse 2] I grooves on with the pureness I grace with the breeze Could not give a damn If a damn be to sleaze I be just swinging this heartfelt profound Get getting down Though fools might shun my sound I proceed with procedures well Container in my hand and I'm heading to the well I bring views for the masses to share I fights down greed 'cos there's heaps here to spare But, back in the days I were full of bitterness Seen the next man's gain I was green and full of stress Got to get me mine so I could mangle with my worth If death be the tool, then cats hit the earth Gracious Lord! Be feels to shame Proud for the change Now I gets kilogram gain (A basic procedure How I heed ya Alrighty Okay.) [Chorus] Steady flexing with some next type of motion For real - It's with some next type of motion Steady flexing with some next type of motion Indeed - It's with some next type of motion Steady flexing with some next type of motion For real - It's with some next type of motion [Verse 3] I'm extending my hand to the everyday folk Trying to slip from the grip of a living-dead float The glimmity-glam - I've got 'nuff of them fooled By the way I open up and prepare to be schooled Trekking through the cess-pit I sharps up my wit Numbing to the pressure of an ego-trip I'm making slick with mad energy And mad magnitude Wha gwan with snakes [?] I'm yet to be clued [?] What holds me so close to these deep sides of mine Pre-occupation with this rootique refine I know not But good God, she eats out my skin The nature of a deep side That lies deep within Ever be sourcing to inspire See me like rain to a wild bush-fire Rootique refine Is the spine of my joint Thy heartless have got to catch cuff to the groin Steady flexing with some next type of motion For real - It's with some next type of motion Steady flexing with some next type of motion For real - It's with some next type of motion Steady flexing with some next type of motion Indeed - It's with some next type of motion Steady flexing with some next type of motion For real - It's with some next type of motion Steady flexing with some next type of motion For real - It's with some next type of motion Steady flexing with some next type of motion For real - It's with some next type of motion Steady flexing With some next Types Of motion Know the notion We smooth like baby dancing lotion Oh God! Strings! Trill! Legato! Oh right Oh right