[Kane]

Swing, you get up and dance and do your own thing

Cause I got the groove to make your eardrums ring

and I bring this, to all the party people that demand most

Funky as Parliament, smooth as Luther Vandross

I wouldn't present myself to you as somethin that sound nervous

You want it to be live, so here it is at your service

The B the I the G the D-A-double-D-Y

And when it comes to rippin the mic, oh my oh my oh my

I guarantee you by time I'm through

You gotta give me more props than a Motown Revue

And if you thinkin this groove would ever come to an end

Hah, not from a hair off my chinny chin chin

Chorus: repeat 2X

For you to groove with it

you've got to move with it

Here's what you do with it

Now it's on you, kick it

[Kane]

Don't ya don't ya don't ya don't ya want

to feel jubilation, a musical vibration

Instead of the feel of paranoia

Thinkin to ride or break out and someone'll floor ya

Good grief, another beef at a concert

The rappers are gettin a rep behind the people that's gettin hurt

The way the fights at the shows are happenin

you might as well let Mike Tyson start rappin

You see we have to realize the main factor

is to have peace and let the violence cease

So don't throw your fists up, unless you're gonna pump em

in the air, and scream oh yeah, youknowhatI'msayin?

Chorus

[Kane]

Check the lyrics that's flowin right over the tongue like a machete

My silk drawers are sweaty so you know the Kane is ready

to go to work and my job for the evening

is to pick up the microphone and rap to relieve them

The party society, groovin in a high anxiety