Keep 'Em on the Floor

1-2-3 Give it to me Get on the dancefloor Start to clap your hands for The smooth operator, what more can your ask for The musical maestro That's usin the mic so I can spark up the entire place like nitro- Glycerine because the crowd is sizzlin Bobbin they heads to what's said and still listenin I specialize in fun And I must know what's happenin cos you're dancin like re-run So behold the natural born soul, a rhythm To get em and hit em as I party with em My job is to make you all feel this But I'm not don cornelius I'm just a new black cesar here to please ya, ease ya Movin and groovin, provin, soothin at your leisure I don't sing or yell But my rhymes reach out and touch more people than Ma Bell The brain of the Kane's so intelligent You think dancin is irrelevant And start stompin like a elephant But that's not necessary, just let the beat carry You into somethin funkadelic That might best describe The musical vibe you feel when I arrive From the moment I walk through the door I gotta keep em on the floor Get up and dance and move your body across the floor Go on and do your thing until you're feelin sore (I can't dance no more) Get on up and dance (Let's dance) Get on up and dance (Give it here) Get on up and dance (Funky) Look You came in the disco Thinkin it would be just low But I'mma make sure you enjoy this show You won't have a chance to sit down (Get down) And listen to rhymes that go the mile like a marathon A voice that's choice, as strong as sarah vaugh Swift delivery flowin like a river be Flowin, but only ladies know my tongue is that slippery I grab the mic and then we'll see Who can d-a-n-c-e Makin the crowd roar for more of what they saw And I'm sure that I can keep em on the floor {Chorus} Oh Feel like I'm down here by myself sometimes I'm ready to break this groove down You're ready So I'mma let the music just stop And we gon' get into our own thing for a minute here You're ready Break it down Keep on dancin (Keep on dancin) (Dance) Bring in paramedics to relieve the Trace of this bad case of dance fever Cos I can feel the disco heat gettin to me While the sweat got my silk drawers stickin to me But I can't stop, I gotta party Like a gun on the dancefloor and catch a body I might move real smooth Then again dance real silly Just like a hillbilly As i make sure the beat is kept So all the party people stay in step Become a slave to the rhythm Grab someone of the opposite sex and dance with em Put your partner on the floor and face em That shows a positive sign of unification And if all party goers could make this move We'd be one nation under a groove So let's try this, stop the violence That can only result in peace from what I sense To be straight to the point A little love and harmony - mh (it's the joint) So build a nation, pump the bass and The treble beyond the level of imagination So the Big Daddy Kane can endure And the name of this tune is Keep Em on the Floor (Everybody get up)