Urban Dance Squad
Urban Dance Squad - Thru the eyes of Jason lyrics
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Through tha eyes of Jason suckers keep amazin' throwing styles, claim they're dazin' tell how you keep yoself: shape-n ways, that seek only cliche's 'n wack hookups never gave me shookups blow too much smoke 'n too many cookups look up to yo self-mirror vision reflection now yo know the answer watchin', stand, pause, take a toss, now you know how you got tha force, 'cos tha peppers were chilli, chilis were peppy took their juice 'cos yo beats were slappy sloppy - fuckers ain't mc's donald duck voice with inabilities check tha beat boy watch tha beat boy bug out on words, sounds - here's the receipt, boy ! tha one much hyper, beyond a type 'n classical rock plus sl still mcgyver checkout like cifer clockin' like five-o watch bloods with hands o' chin how it goes from nowhere to metro music goes retro hands in tha cookie jar big domes get big dough think so kid ? say it affirmative, if tha sound's boomin' future's alternative music, in 2001, no short run - but music musical oddesee wider than kubrick on screen, pureness will be seen if corporate labels, don't corrupt it with tha green 180 d. u-turn-music is music if only one groove turn no matter structure, no matter culture music's worthwhile, as long as the floor burn ears bred in traditional pop say it's grabbed snatched called hip hop nothin' tip top for tha fossil critic rather drown, in nostalgia sickness run tears like toilets flushin', it's all pathetic in the eyes of jason Crossover genuine, genuine crossover got tha science plave, happy like clover four plus one, five musicians takin' tha path, that's paved ? superstition seek tha cool beats, plus golden fleas pioneer interfered embolden him please ! workout like argonauts, allies will sprout uplift status, chosen giants please step down ain't hot, you ain't hittin' too much time for posin' 'n sminkin' Keep on sinkin', yo world's a swamp 'n act whack ? than throw the myth in sex, drugs, rock 'n roll come rock is gold 80 percent is old borin' - bring the core in 20 percent like to blend 'n I'm all in callin' for tha first amendment freedom of speech, speak for your condemnment organised parents, disguised hangman ain't down with rap 'cos their son copies a black man potential crack men, rape men, wack men white goes with black, how ya stop that man ? foul epitomies hidden societies claimin' rap mo' diabolical than rushdie bank of reality against tha currency shrink media scale like chuck d base miami, luck is indy stopped skywalker 'cos of lucas indoctrine snatchin' attorneys, monopoly lawmen beatin' the wrong man, it's just a song man understand word is sword in the hand many verbs, and still nothin' to say speech impotency struck me from the day I should've made it instrumental but tha words got in tha way