my mind is clear when I transmit I am the man-ner of the family cuz the pants fit I want to let forensics prove, that I can mends Groove wit the thread
eyes and up into my brain at half past two; about time to leave 'cause the dj's playing rhythm and blues a sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin' grooves
eyes And up into my brain At half past two; about time to leave 'cause the dj's playing rhythm and blues A sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin' grooves
where I stop that's where you begin Another moment, I dawn it A pleasure rising when I take the hit And I'm addicted to state you're in Cos you're getting
Dreams of you my darling still Are so fine, so fine, baby Since I woke up So is my state of mind Since we've been apart Oh I miss you, miss you with all
top of that great bronze eagle Sun's voice was loud and clear She said, "Powerco is workin' with the white house To paralyze our state with fear" It
quello che ho, non sono cazzi miei se non digerisci che ho pagato le mie rime e adesso loro pagano me. Adesso senti DJ Jad :" Inedito, curo la salute del groove
c'est du suicide J't'l'ai dit maintes fois et ici faut de la poigne ou un chien qui s'pointe Le doigt en l'air oh t'as du groove dans tes enceintes Quand
What is it? It?s bow?s orange sunset spring, That quick step groove down the Grove Road, It?s the blue smoke glamour of crack slab urban bohemia, The
groove to make you want to move The P.O.D. is rock'n and we have nothing to prove So with the mic in my hand let me state this now You can get with
[Chorus] Every once in awhile U need some ol' skool company Somebody that appreciates a sexy groove And a old school melody When god his son and the love
) Rio, Marbella - we gettin' stupid Ha, Germany, Paris France - we gettin' stupid Yeah, Stockholm Sweden, we love ya Let me shed, it's easier said code red Bust the new groove
Nigga can't say shit about this hip-hop Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop Built they styles and they names, Frankenstein, right It's a high state
funk's colors blind well I've committed a funky crime against a state of mind Barriers of race in the media take place tellin'you there is no room for what you do, don't budge there's no groove
usually start, once again it's the Thought The Dalai Lama of the mic, the prime minister Thought This directed to whoever in listening range Yo the whole state
amigo Was Shadrach Meshach and N'bendago There was a Alpha to Omega, motion, system but I just call them A to O And in all states, The Roots'll rock a
