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(Spinning on the beat, son, spinning on the beat, son)
(Spinning on the beat, son, spinning on the beat, son)
(Spinning on the beat, son, spinning on the beat, son)
Oh
Oh, oh
Oh
Oh, oh
Air force jumbled jitter, arriving on your concourse
No doors on the drop porch with the high torque
Who a stealth cyborg, touring on a high horse
Covert like Joe Berg, black ops and high court
God glow, divine force, provide your light source
Told her reach for the skybanger like July 4th
Ain't no holiday when you snowed in from the North
Program a mother board, now she mine, not yours
Back to the beginning, the whole world with it
The DJ hit 'em and we keep on winning
Back to the beginning, the whole world with it
The MC's get 'em and we keep on winning
Individual lyrical miracles giving you kids
Humanerooms, listen to them, get into the music
The infinite, lucid, and spiritual rhythmic movement
Imperial energy pivots and enters into you
I live in this liberty, spitting these lyrics
They filling me, shifting my energy into a new dimension
A field of a million entities giving me what I sense to be energy
That has sent me to live in this present-ness and do it
Back to the beginning, the whole world with it
The DJ hit 'em and we keep on winning
The beat starts spinning, the whole world with it
The MC's get 'em and we keep on winning
Back to the beginning, the whole world with it
The DJ hit 'em and we keep on winning
Back to the beginning, the whole world with it
The MC's get 'em and we keep on winning
Boss been a floss, exercise, large scripts
Certified raw, core lyrics, ta-ta
Everything is pepper slang with Himalayan salt
You just man-taining player, you cannot play ball
Do not provoke thought, a dark banner turned hawk
When he slipped through the cracks, then it's San Andreas fault
With Babylon assault, hit 'em with a hundred thousand vaults to spray 'em all
Back to the beginning, the whole world with it
The DJ hit 'em and we keep on winning
Back to the beginning, the whole world with it
The MC's get 'em and we keep on winning
Back to the beginning, the whole world with it
The DJ hit 'em and we keep on winning
The beat starts spinning, the whole world with it
The MC's get 'em and we keep on winning
The slaughterin' out of the court, the authors of the debauchery
Talkin' about the logical robbin', I got the ultimate problem
Solvin' to stop us from fallin' and bein' all in the columns
They readin' "Probably Logically", I'm a positive artist
Rockin' the armor I got as I travel farther and farther, styles unabolished
The court is pallid and silent, the mind is a chronic toddler
Said "Crawl before us is possible, future marvelous models of life"
Back to the beginning, the whole world with it
The DJ hit 'em and we keep on winning
Back to the beginning, the whole world with it
The MC's get 'em and we keep on winning
Back to the beginning, the whole world with it
The DJ hit 'em and we keep on winning
The beat starts spinning, the whole world with it
The MC's get 'em and we keep on winning
