Blue Scholars - Motion Movement lyrics
[Blue Scholars - Motion Movement lyrics]
It's been long years gone since
We rocked the linoleum
Blasting the broken boom box open closing in
The most awkward b-boy stance you can imagine
Grab the mic traded my backspin for rapping
Back when the sinners dance
Dancers were listeners answers to call and
Response chants ridiculous
Pants demanded sagging
Never bigger than our britches
But the bridges burned
Britches were scratched
Our sins were repented for much later
Hey yo DJ "Bless the crowd with
The sign of the crossfader"
In time we find ways to refine
The mind at the same time
The heart articulating mine
I think it's amazing kids are waiting outside
Habitually to set the solidarity
Of this ritual see
Each individual reach out
Speak to teach the invisible how
To be invincible with
Motion, movement architects, blueprints
Showing, proving teachers, students
Reaching for truth in a self-revolution
The roof is on fire, what's your solution?
Motion, movement architects, blueprints
Showing, proving 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 jerkin'
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 of
I and I, 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
I want a piece of the pie
Not a generous share
Can I possibly prove, my intentions are bare
I'm just the 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 well is 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 with
Motion, movement architects, blueprints
Showing, proving teachers, students
Reaching for truth in a self-revolution
The roof is on fire, what's your solution?
Motion, movement architects, blueprints
Showing, proving teachers, students
Reaching for truth in a self-revolution
The roof is on fire, what's your solution?
We rocked the linoleum
Blasting the broken boom box open closing in
The most awkward b-boy stance you can imagine
Grab the mic traded my backspin for rapping
Back when the sinners dance
Dancers were listeners answers to call and
Response chants ridiculous
Pants demanded sagging
Never bigger than our britches
But the bridges burned
Britches were scratched
Our sins were repented for much later
Hey yo DJ "Bless the crowd with
The sign of the crossfader"
In time we find ways to refine
The mind at the same time
The heart articulating mine
I think it's amazing kids are waiting outside
Habitually to set the solidarity
Of this ritual see
Each individual reach out
Speak to teach the invisible how
To be invincible with
Motion, movement architects, blueprints
Showing, proving teachers, students
Reaching for truth in a self-revolution
The roof is on fire, what's your solution?
Motion, movement architects, blueprints
Showing, proving 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 jerkin'
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 of
I and I, 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
I want a piece of the pie
Not a generous share
Can I possibly prove, my intentions are bare
I'm just the 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 well is 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 with
Motion, movement architects, blueprints
Showing, proving teachers, students
Reaching for truth in a self-revolution
The roof is on fire, what's your solution?
Motion, movement architects, blueprints
Showing, proving teachers, students
Reaching for truth in a self-revolution
The roof is on fire, what's your solution?