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M.O.B.O
M.O.B.O's
in the place to be
It ain't where
you from, it's where you at
M.O.B.O's
in the place to be,
Chillin' like
a villain in the 21C
M.O.B.O's
in the place to be
It ain't where
you at, it's where you're going
M.O.B.O's
in the place to be, Kickin' sick lycs on the MIC
Modernized
B-boys break dance electro
Magnetic force
resurrect the retro
Spectacle
like wild style graffiti on
Bullet trains
going high speed and trillion
Colors pixilated
cut like diamonds
Acetates pressed
and vibrate diaphragms
Mic check
in fourteen time zones, six continents and eighteen languages
Digitized
files carry crates of heavyweights
Mini-size
technics freak the beat
Sure fire
starter kit blaze the set (yeah)
Who's crew
wanna represent the best yet
Live and direct
of appear in flesh
Every kid
on the block bust come fresh
In a style
battle DJs and MCs
Chief rocker
down to earth like hemp seeds
(hook)
Futuristic
arithmetic
Breakin' atoms
into quantum particles
Random patterns
in entropy
Rhythm in
effect to throw the party
Art galleries
to sold out stadiums
Warehouse
spots to protest podiums
Heads up peace
signs put your hands up high
Hands down
worldwide gets your fists up
The revolution
will not be televised
Don't believe
the hype and the white lies
Free speech
exercised to maximum
Level insecurity
you better be askin' em
Question authority
model minority
Report live
the front line on the streets
Awake to the
mass or sleep with the enemy
Dream catcher
one on the run spread the energy
(hook)
6 billion
lives to save, choose one
If for every
child born we could give up a gun
Packed crowd
all ready to rock like Alcatraz
Act like you
know every face in Mardi Gras
Givin' out
love instead of autographs
Breakin' off
wisdom like a walkin' almanac
Maniac concept
and flow, goin' out like a martyr with a mission to blow
Up jumps the
boogie down with the real king
Better pay
attention when you hear me speaking
Follow the
lead of the real MC
lets me see
if you can last the song the harder it gets,
The alma mater
of hits
The old school
to the ultra new school
We're one
big group of fish swimmin' in the sea that is,
Where the
mac daddys and the hot mamas lookin' like oh my god, help me
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