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
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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
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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