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Give it to me

Get on the dancefloor

Start to clap your hands for

The smooth operator, what more can your ask for

The musical maestro

That's usin the mic so

I can spark up the entire place like nitro-

Glycerine because the crowd is sizzlin

Bobbin they heads to what's said and still listenin

I specialize in fun

And I must know what's happenin cos you're dancin like re-run

So behold the natural born soul, a rhythm

To get em and hit em as I party with em

My job is to make you all feel this

But i'm not don cornelius

I'm just a new black cesar here to please ya, ease ya

Movin and groovin, provin, soothin at your leisure

I don't sing or yell

But my rhymes reach out and touch more people than Ma Bell

The brain of the Kane's so intelligent

You think dancin is irrelevant

And start stompin like a elephant

But that's not necessary, just let the beat carry

You into somethin funkadelic

That might best describe

The musical vibe you feel when I arrive

From the moment I walk through the door

I gotta keep em on the floor

Get up and dance and move your body across the floor

Go on and do your thing until you're feelin sore

(I can't dance no more)

Get on up and dance

(Let's dance)

Get on up and dance

(Give it here)

Get on up and dance

(Funky)

Look

You came in the disco

Thinkin it would be just low

But i'ma make sure you enjoy this show

You won't have a chance to sit down

(Get down)

And listen to rhymes that go the mile like a marathon

A voice that's choice, as strong as sarah