Song About Breakdancing

The knowledge I personify is bona fide Haters groan and sigh. To the blind who deny style--I loan an eye Zones defined by the written and the spoken rhyme Provoke the mind to choke like beholding smokin' dimes Talkin bout the jeans not the green- that's reefer Peace to the powerful queens like Latifah Smash beepers and cellphones with mad features Keepin' both feet on the ground--I mean Adidas I had cheetahs and leopards as pets Seven in check, the sixth had the cleverest steps Robots pop-lock- slide with the phat data As I watch a turtle hang-glide with a jackhammer Solar eclipse, B-girls be holding their hips Headspins into a freeze- as cold as it gets Crew hoodies drenched with aroma of sweat And when the heads go berzerk that means the moment was fresh And B-boys Keep it movin', keep improvin', keep on doin' what you're doin' B-girls Keep it movin', keep improvin', keep on doin' what you're doin' DJs, rock rock on, yeah You be the heart of the party, so keep the beat strong And MCs, rock rock on, yeah Motivate with the mic and keep it movin' on... The tribal ritual and boogaloo by the bus stop With animated antics entranced by the uprock Advancements of the innovators planning to bust spots Entangled with the imitators biters can suck--nah Now there there, no need to despair, squares We're working in the circular with halos that tear hairs The break's a home- and my throne is an air chair Kids do air flares while the crowd stares like Care Bears Running man, rubber bands to a pompo Under fans a hundred hands grip to a bronco Windmills turn, and an architect plans stuff Superman saves babies, mummies' in handcuffs Moet'll get spilled cause my poetical skills are incredible Like Magic Johnson's medical bills Dedicated to never-faded progressions of ill Simply proving that the art form's indelible still