[Kane]
Swing, you get up and dance and do your own thing
Cause I got the groove to make your eardrums ring
and I bring this, to all the party people that demand most
Funky as Parliament, smooth as Luther Vandross
I wouldn't present myself to you as somethin that sound nervous
You want it to be live, so here it is at your service
The B the I the G the D-A-double-D-Y
And when it comes to rippin the mic, oh my oh my oh my
I guarantee you by time I'm through
You gotta give me more props than a Motown Revue
And if you thinkin this groove would ever come to an end
Hah, not from a hair off my chinny chin chin
Chorus: repeat 2X
For you to groove with it
you've got to move with it
Here's what you do with it
Now it's on you, kick it
[Kane]
Don't ya don't ya don't ya don't ya want
to feel jubilation, a musical vibration
Instead of the feel of paranoia
Thinkin to ride or break out and someone'll floor ya
Good grief, another beef at a concert
The rappers are gettin a rep behind the people that's gettin hurt
The way the fights at the shows are happenin
you might as well let Mike Tyson start rappin
You see we have to realize the main factor
is to have peace and let the violence cease
So don't throw your fists up, unless you're gonna pump em
in the air, and scream oh yeah, youknowhatI'msayin?
Chorus
[Kane]
Check the lyrics that's flowin right over the tongue like a machete
My silk drawers are sweaty so you know the Kane is ready
to go to work and my job for the evening
is to pick up the microphone and rap to relieve them
The party society, groovin in a high anxiety
