It's Time To Move

Public Service Announcement: you're not getting any younger

So what are you doing? Are you making it happen?

Are you living your legend?

Hey man, if you're not following your dream right now, you probably never will

That's your only job in this life?

It's time to move right now, so pick it up, up

Ride that groove right now, and let it bump, bump

I got your shot at the bar, so get it drunk, drunk

Fellas hit it, What! What! ladies hit it, Tee that bih I'll follow up!

It's time to move right now, so pick it up, up

Ride that groove right now, and let it bump, bump

I got your shot at the bar, so get it drunk, drunk

Fellas hit it, What! What! ladies hit it, Tee that bih I'll follow up!

What? Didn't think that he could pass the night aways

Without a jam from my man who splices face

Over analog, don't overanalyze

He's one of those vinyl only guys, the man's a snob

But you can hear why, and feel it in your feet

It's like he got a soundtrack for a track meet

On a board like chess, the pieces are

Athletes, where the white and the black meet

Churches, where the light and dark hands meet

There, and the wings that they make help a man eat

Here, that's neat isn't it? Yeah! Hand me a

Mixture of that, I'll add my own scripture and

Picture a dance, where everybody's jumpin' in

There's an ill wind outside, so your comin' in

Get your cash, get your laughs and your lovin' in

The favor bank makes paper when you're pluggin' in

It's time to move right now, so pick it up, up

Ride that groove right now, and let it bump, bump

I got your shot at the bar, so get it drunk, drunk

Fellas hit it, What! What! ladies hit it, Tee that bih I'll follow up!

It's time to move right now, so pick it up, up

Ride that groove right now, and let it bump, bump

I got your shot at the bar, so get it drunk, drunk

Fellas hit it, What! What! ladies hit it, Tee that bih I'll follow up!

You dance the dance, I'll rap the rap

You scratch my back, I'll scratch you back

Like dogs and cats, who been taught to chat

'Stead of not knowing how to act, like we lost the tact

That's just a fib, it's not the fact

But some wanna think the only way out's a trap

If you're afraid, they'll look like they got the map

But pirates might, or might not give it back

And then it's on, 'til we've lost the cap-a-ci-

Ty to see the dream. How fast can

We release the fiends? How

Nasty can these control freaks be? I say

Fat chance, to those mad plans, cause my

People don't dance to that dance, you

Plant your plants, I'll plant my plants, and then we'll

Trade 'em at the end of the day. How's that sound?

And promenade

It's time to be one Mind with you

It's time to be one Mind with you

It's time to be one Mind with you

It's time to be one Mind with you