Make Room

[Intro] That's when you know a group is hip Is when your parents say What is it with the hippy, hip, hip, hippy glows? And you can't understand a word they are sayin' Back on up, back on up, oh yeah, back on up Back on up, back on up, oh yeah, back on up Back on up, back on up, oh yeah, back on up Back on up, back on up, oh yeah, back on up Oh yeah, back on up [Chorus] Make room, cause we about to start swelling Catching attitude, get buck sweat it up And really lose cool, its what we been commissioned to do So back on up and give me room, we gotta keep makin' moves [Grits] My long range aim is dedicated to change Persist to twist brains with rhymes, only God can explain Attain divine intervention if your attentions arrested Imprisoned and in position to listen to lessons given [Grits] Gotta make moves steadily, heavily bruising these dudes We got the gift, but abuse tools misleading these youths see My birthright is light in the darkness of night To lead the lost paying the price of sacrificing my life [Grits] I've been sittin' and contemplating waiting anxiously peeking Perception of these releases embracing the deeper reasons Of timing and perfect season believing this thing is bigger Than faces and sound scan reaching for the completion [Grits] Of purpose in promised land watchin' behind the curtain For certain the game is hurtin' looking for some solution Searchin' for revolution like music is the conclusion Refusing to look at life a livion for forward movement [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Bridge] Move cowards, move all you cowards move Move cowards, move all you cowards move Move cowards, move all you cowards move He scared, she scared and if you scared then move [Grits] Oh God, don't let me act up I feel a fit comin' on My conniption's, my conviction's reaction to what's goin' on My rebuttal's far from subtle, take you there just like a shuttle Gather round the huddle embrace the pace I spit at give it a kiss and cuddle [Grits] Boy what's that there you sayin'? I'm tight like the shorts that men look gay in Oh Lordy, you don' said too much My slightest touch is a cobra clutch [Grits] Let it be known, we are the epitomy of strange and bizarre Swichin' up and change our repertoire, come discover who we are Wreaking havoc on Satan's mavericks through a labyrinth Filled with Nooks and crannies, an elite group called the factors [Grits] We like the X-Men so uncanny, imagine looking Up seeing the plastered ceiling cracking, it ain't because We broke, we lost our minds for God provoked and crazy actin' [Chorus] - repeat 4X [Outro] The beat is so crazy