Grits - Make Room lyrics

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

Make room, 'cause we about to start swelling
Catching attitude, get buck sweat it up
And really lose cool
It's what we been commissioned to do
So back on up and give me room
We gotta keep makin' moves

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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'

The beat is so crazy