The Movement - On Top (Ft. leilani Wolfgramm) lyrics
[The Movement - On Top Ft. leilani Wolfgramm lyrics]
Steamin down the highway I'm a calm meditator
Lyric is my weapon I'm the bomb educator
I divvy up ideas- I'm a spark delegator
Droppin jaws to the floor like
A shark elevator
While ya swimmin in
Another's sea I'm currently me
Ya payin for yesterday- I say weren't we free
I got nothin but love for a sweet reverie
That's why I gather my party
Up in a neat repartee
Did ya think I fell off- Nah
I been at the finish line waitin
For y'all to catch up
I said I'm on top but still I don't stop
I said I already won but still I'm not done
Nibblin on aural nipples to
Titillate all the masses
Watchin women in painted jeans
Shake masterpiece asses
She needin to study and so
She stays up and passes
If you see that I'm a spectacle
Then raise up ya glasses
Profligate professor- no waste
For my successor
Success- tip of my tongue- a
Taste for every pleasure
No bath in my buillons but
I baste in buried treasure
I lace my lap of leisure
With haste in every measure
Pickin up pieces pardon
The prime alliteration
Apparently people notice and
Perk with participation
But life is a puzzle- put
It together with pride
And you'll probably find purpose if
You put your ego aside
I move around a lot- I stop to spit a little
The middle is an enigma- I
Shop to get a riddle
Not privy to wiggle- baby I
Sing maybe to get all
Excited from aural pleasure like
Hearing a baby giggle
Did ya think I fell off- Nah
I been at the finish line waitin
For y'all to catch up
I said I'm on top but still I don't stop
I said I already won but still I'm not done
I hate to see my people like
A flower with the root gone
Drenched like they took a shower
With their suit on
Benched- sit or you sleep- life ain't a futon
Time to strap ya boots on
Hike a million miles a week to get ya move on
Party like it won't ever peak
To get ya groove on
Wig out with ya locks or be
Sleek and rock a buffon
Doesn't really matter- just be- and
Get ya truth on dready speak the truth mon
Lyric is my weapon I'm the bomb educator
I divvy up ideas- I'm a spark delegator
Droppin jaws to the floor like
A shark elevator
While ya swimmin in
Another's sea I'm currently me
Ya payin for yesterday- I say weren't we free
I got nothin but love for a sweet reverie
That's why I gather my party
Up in a neat repartee
Did ya think I fell off- Nah
I been at the finish line waitin
For y'all to catch up
I said I'm on top but still I don't stop
I said I already won but still I'm not done
Nibblin on aural nipples to
Titillate all the masses
Watchin women in painted jeans
Shake masterpiece asses
She needin to study and so
She stays up and passes
If you see that I'm a spectacle
Then raise up ya glasses
Profligate professor- no waste
For my successor
Success- tip of my tongue- a
Taste for every pleasure
No bath in my buillons but
I baste in buried treasure
I lace my lap of leisure
With haste in every measure
Pickin up pieces pardon
The prime alliteration
Apparently people notice and
Perk with participation
But life is a puzzle- put
It together with pride
And you'll probably find purpose if
You put your ego aside
I move around a lot- I stop to spit a little
The middle is an enigma- I
Shop to get a riddle
Not privy to wiggle- baby I
Sing maybe to get all
Excited from aural pleasure like
Hearing a baby giggle
Did ya think I fell off- Nah
I been at the finish line waitin
For y'all to catch up
I said I'm on top but still I don't stop
I said I already won but still I'm not done
I hate to see my people like
A flower with the root gone
Drenched like they took a shower
With their suit on
Benched- sit or you sleep- life ain't a futon
Time to strap ya boots on
Hike a million miles a week to get ya move on
Party like it won't ever peak
To get ya groove on
Wig out with ya locks or be
Sleek and rock a buffon
Doesn't really matter- just be- and
Get ya truth on dready speak the truth mon