Non-stoppin' The Groove

[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