Poetry Party

Verse 1:
Hey Mr. Music
You sure sound good to me
I look and see and I observe this
With my own tune
Rip a microphone
And stage
God damn it I’ve been known to
I’m showing you the true all around sculpture
See that shit is dead
And you bite it like blind vultures
Listening to the music
And I know you love the note
Champagne sipping Newcastle
Gripping up on the microphone
I tell you how this shit goes
We be keeping people dancing
Steady at the disco
I’m from Boston
Where the rhythm is the funkiest
And it’s your loss
If your system isn’t bumping this
Hottness created
In the cauldron of our mind
Keep it charged and hidden
Cause it’s not for you to find
You want to hear this shit again
Yo, press rewind
The same Mainframe channel
Same Mainframe time
The definitely excellently
Consistent rapper
What you close to now
Will seem distant after
All the pods unite
The lone king is captured
You’re thinking of ways to be taking me
Son I’ll be thinking faster
Who’s the only emcee that I couldn’t ruin
The same black guy
Who killed Pam Stewart
He framed O. J
And ran away in the mist
In other words the motherfucker
Doesn’t exist
So the next time I hear a mic
Making wack music
I’m breaking it
And who’s ever attached to it
I slap new kids and let 'em know
It’s rap stupid
Bringing the new flavor into
The past movement
(Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
I’m about to start this rhyme again)
It’s the party people movement
Oh-oh!
The music you choose it
Oh-oh!
Soul class rhythm that’ll rock for real
We got to keep your body grooving
It’s the party people movement
Oh-oh!
The music you choose it
Oh-oh!
Soul class rhythm that’ll rock for real
We got to keep your body grooving
Verse 2:
I’m feeling godly
Off a fifth of Bacardi
Then pump the Bob Marley
And stumble into your party
Oh shit!
Now we wiling in here
And Johnny 5 slide me
The Heineken beer
And all you dope heads
Get behind to the rear
Because it’s 2005
I’m not dying this year, yeah
Yeah!
You find me chilling with my
I’m grinding up on a cutie on the dance floor
And when I grab a microphone
You can be damn sure
I get so many high fives
That my hand’s sore
So if you want to come rock with a soul crew
Then grab a forty and a duchie
And just roll through
It doesn’t matter if you’re young
Or a old dude
As long as you show love
Then love is shown to you!
And your crew, it’s all good
We’re rocking a room
Just like only we all should
Audible Mainframe
Is getting love now
So throw them hands up
Like we scored a touchdown
Throw them hands up
Like we scored a touchdown
Come on!
Bridge:
(Rolling on the M-I-C)
Uhh!
(Yeah man)
(You gotta love that)
(Hit 'em with the horns)
Yeah so dig it
This is the portion of the program
Where you drop what you’re doing
Put your chest to the speaker
Feel the bass in your waist
(Come on!)
Go shake your money maker
Huh!
Shake your money maker
Ha!
Shake your money maker
Oww!
Shake that money
Shake your money maker
Huh!
Shake your money maker
Ha!
Shake your money maker
Oww!
Shake your money
It’s the party people movement
Oh-oh!
The music you choose it
Oh-oh!
Soul class rhythm that’ll rock for real
We got to keep your body grooving
It’s the party people movement
Oh-oh!
The music you choose it
Oh-oh!
It’s the soul class rhythm that’ll rock for real
We got to keep your body grooving
Come on!