Non-stoppin' The Groove

The B.U.M.S.

[E-Vocalist]



You gets no respect when you're live as a still-born fetus



A B you C this, to prove it, a D hits



The E is, restless, so F this, who's next to get reckless



God protects this, only Malcolm X is equal



when it comes to motivatin people



Cool but at times I pack a tool like ?



Sly as a fox when I slapbox like Zsa Zsa Gabor



or get me open and I'm hell like Pandora



Before words are spoken, the herb pinch my nerve



like a Vulcan, lobotomizing MC's, splittin brain cells open



I'm dope when I make feet tap, like I'm



Sammy Davis Jr. with a glass eye full of crack



The Natural, is smokin a party like Carlos Rossi



Not Mario Van P., but run with a _Posse_



As the world turns I leave MC's with third degree burns



Get around like germs, stompin turfs like pachyderms



Sweeter than the man who made Duran say "No mas"



Cash is earned _Here and Now_ like Luther Van-dross



but I never been greedy



Ten percent of all the cash that I earn goes to the needy



Chorus



[D-Wyze]



They can't catch my groove, on the mic I take fools to school



Batter up, D-Wyze ties the force into a knot, smooth



Now watch the boy linger



from the shit that I produce, hits like ass on your fingers



Get it? Before the bombs blow like C-4



Priority's the label, All City is the door, slammin



Hip-Hop niggaz never heard before (Yeah?)



And givin you more and more, so check it



Brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, don't even bother



The rapper's also yo, a fuckin barber



Figured if this shit don't work I gotta have somethin to



fall back on, but for now, I stand strong



Put on my black Chuck Timberland boots



Stepped over the suede strip so I can pick up the scoop



HEYYY, ha