Artist: Blue Scholars Album: Blue Scholars Song: Motion Movement Typed by: jaysscholar@gmail.com It's been long years gone since we rocked the linoleum Blasting the broken boom box open closing and The most awkward b-boy stance you can imagine Grab the mic trading my backspin for rapping Back when the sinners dance, dancers were listeners Answers to caller response chance ridiculous Pants demanded sagging, never bigger than our britches But the britches burned, britches were scratched Our sins were repented for much later Hey yo DJ blessed the crowd with the sign of the cross fader In time we find things to refine the mind at the same time, the heart articulating mine 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 Chorus (2x): Motion, movement Architects, blueprints Showing, grooving Teachers, students Reaching for truth in a self-revolution The roof is on fire, what's your solution? This be the sum, of love plus one Mold breaking, soul searching My carriage is my feet on point and hella deep like sea urchins Indeed be certain Proceed to test your reflex knee jerk And hid it behind a curtain on the stage Burning 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 nighttime Avaying(?) our 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 no one else seems to care or want a piece of the pie, not a generous share Can I possibly prove, my intentions are there I'm just a word in a 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 the reservoir quenching my thirst My first love's second home was my headphones First time I wrote what I felt because I said so So, unless there's any protest allow me to begin The weather's 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 Chorus (2x)