I make a groove, make it move, make em move with the groove, make it hooty, make it hoo, make it hooty hoo,
When I do what I do, I stay true to my rules never waiver on the flavor, no blue suede shoes, no diggity , no Dr. Seuss, I just sharp shoot, so lace up your boots paratroops,
I get a bump from Colbert, cash crisp like cold air, there’s a perfect circle in every square, it’s all Oregon country fair, and I’m always prepared to grow a beard and be a shepherd,
With post apocalyptic, hip hop acoustic, eclectic musings with electric music
I got this feeling and it just ain’t right, I’m goin crazy on it every night, so in the flow when the beat gets tight, gonna make it, shake it, down with my own thing
I speak frankly, Sarah tall and plainly, strangely gangly, funk gone gamey, ancient symphonies, LSD epiphanies, third class amenities on this train to infinity, histories mysteries, Seattle I’m listening, to Amarillo gorillas and a bowl of rice crispies, piggity pork chop, snap crackle pop, TMZ it’s me and I’m ready for my close up,
I got this feeling and it just ain’t right, I’m goin crazy on it every night, so in the flow when the beat gets tight, gonna make it shake it, down with my own thing