Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step

 I was sick of flippin' channels / and sick of
 flippin' quarters
 I called my man Zulu/ said  "Meet me on the corner"
 Maybe we can check out the clubs in the city
 'cause waitin' at the crib can make you feel shitty
 so he hopped into my ride on the squeaky door side and
 we hit the Upper Room/ where they keep the funk alive
 The man at the door/ invited us inside
 He said there isn't any cover/ if you're keepin' up the vibe

 We took it upstairs to big up the area
 the people in the house was shakin' up their derrier
 Raisin up their hands and raisin up their voices
 Tokes was the D.J. I was happy with his choices
 maxin' and mixin' the beats they was fixin'
 my brain like a smoke that was doubly, triply, dope
 the decadence is gone and lifemay never be the same
 'cause when the beat hits
 you feel no pain!
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 so a piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for me
 a piece of peace for every peaceful person that you see
 a piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for me
 but I don't act peaceful if you're not that way to me
 Every million mile ya haffe tek a first step
 Every million mile ya haffe tek a first step

 Five-O was outside waitin' with their vans
 hopin' that shit would get outta hand
 so dat they could test their weapons
 on innocent civilians,
 the high tech shit costin' million and millions
 money should've spent on something for community
 but that's O.K. because we got the unity
 so fuck the police! we can keep the peace!
 we can make love and conquer that disease
 because nothing in the world is impossible tome
 I can swim on dry land and run upon the sea
 and nothing in the world is impossible to me
 you can chop off my legs and I'll land upon my feet
 I turn it over to the spirit and I leave her in charge
 my favorite record sounds like an African Head Charge
 She'll beat up the beats with and eggbeater
 pour em in the batter
 she'll make 'em sound fatter and fatter
 'cause food for the soul is the flavor of the music
 spice for the brain is the essence of the lyrics
 songs can be delicious and also be nutritious
 You can't payfor culture", it can only be experienced
 BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
 "WELL HAVE YOU EVER BEEN EXPERIENCED!"
 "WELL"

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 If the funk is on time
 then we call it punctual
 we're matchin up the footsteps
 spiritual and functional
 like carnivale in Rio
 the Charlie Hunter trio
 Had the groovers groovin'
 and all the movers movin'
 Cuba, Twist, Reminisce and NME
 Graffiti on the street for everyone to see
 even the elders in the house was havin' fun
 because we livin' life at the top of our lungs
 It was truly a life celebration that night
 had the world's greatest time
 but we'd never sell the movie rights
 to Morrie Povich, or anyone like that
 and anyone who does is really, really whack!
 We fish or cut bait and we're not takin' prisoners
 and if you comin' late then you might've missed some a this
 funky good time we had here in fronta you
 so long, farewell, alveerdersain, adieau to you
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