Make Room - Grits

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, its 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

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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'

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The beat is so crazy