Soul Beat - Myka 9, Factor Chandelier

Once you feel the funky vibe

Nothing can stop you from moving your feet

Jump into your groovy time

Peep' up at what you hear from the soul beat

Some folks like to party now

Nobody else’s jive don’t concern them

They just came to boogie right

And probably won’t be leaving 'till the thing ends

Pump, step, then turn your body round

And when you want check, if you want solid ground

So when you finally catch a rhythm

Get it all up in your system

Make you pump up

And listen to the sound I make do with

But I gotta use it, something I act foolish

Now check out the coolness, of the drummer

Gimmie some of that double clutch, kick, snare, high hat

That’s right jack, i’m staying were i’m at

Don’t fight back

This is not a threat

It’s a open invation to come work up a sweat

Now my shirt getting wet

And her skirt getting hiked up

And all heared were people saying

Watch yourself Myka

I’m like, uhh

Mind your own buisness

Me and this missess ain’t doing this just for physical fitness

It’s a love thing

With the kiss and hug ring

Round her finger, with the wedding singer

And the trust is above gain

Slump back, then fall into a slide

Do what you want, clap

Then call it what you like

And if you grinding how you living

Get it baller, with your wisdom

Then you drunk that

And cup another

It takes, choose it

Who you wanting, lose it

Nothing but to true’ness

Most of them' are clueless

Of the number 9

It’s the under cali touch

With were it’s at

Sure you right mac

I’m playing on this track

Get like that

This is not a bet

It’s the hopes of every nation

That deserves some respect

Now the earth getting wet

And her dirt getting spiked up

But round the world I see ya' trying to save yourself

Inspire, of a witness

Me and this misses with who we get the mystical missions

It’s a love thing

it’s a small wing

From the city where the air is dirty from pollution

What I call lame

Dip, dive

Then slipped into a jiggy

When you get live

You figure what you do

While you rewinding your body with the rhyming

You think am gonna quick stride

And start to do it big

Shake your booty

Just you and your cute

Where gonna do

And the you burning something fruity

There’s a summary’s of the 1 who

Unless its weed

Infact, let me give you that

Your not hooked on that crack or that smack

This is not a diss

There’s some dope that have you fixing

That can work they inject

It ain’t worth the quick hit

Theres some and some black stuff

With that tourniquet

Shooting up with that white dust

A tight thrust

The sign of addiction

It’s the pain that turns to pleasure

When releasing constriction

It’s a love thing

But it’s just a drug ring

Circled in the streets of urbanites of urban clubs

But I maintain