Motion 2000 Remix - Polyrhythm Addicts

Sometimes I

Feel that I’m not wrapped tight, but I do

What?

Rap tight.

I have insight

Iron light the dark, weld, sir, but give out

They bug me out, I spark—plug me in. Now I’m within

Turn me up (Turn me up), I’m shocking you in your jaw

Upon the next sidewalks, you ought to defy what?

Some flaw

And, furthermore, it’s a dirty floor that’s in front of people

At the first stair, we may have pierced you.

We’ll see about

Being human, but I’m much more—check out what I be doing:

I’ll be answering questions of how and why.

Why is the grass

Green?

Why is there blue sky?

We deals with chromosomes

In the usage of microphones and how to lace a track

And how to act when you leave home, TEC took aim

With the flame over game plan, and outside the rhyme

We’re still the same, man—just a bit louder and more grimy

Spit.

We hit the airways, and the rap world’s split

Addictive rhythm, multiple sensation

Motion 2000 taking over the nation

Just a daily operation, gang of stars forming

Constellations, living out aspirations, got

People pouring perspiration, asses moving to

Vibrations, we’re lacing A, B, and C

Is an Ace like a Masta, but I’m from Queens, Sittin'

On Chrome, incubating platinum dreams, creaming

The competition, crapping on ‘em like pigeons, ripping

Vocal incisions with algorithms so precise

Mic surgery—give it up—some armed burglary

Claim you ain’t never heard of Poly?

Committing

False perjury, known for Mashing out Posses

Like M.O.P.—ask any true authority

With street degrees.

Strictly roots with overproof

Potency.

Okey-doke phonies I deflect and reject

‘Cause they don’t come correct while I deliver direct

Got moves like Tekken—we'll break a hole in your neck

Addictive rhythm, multiple sensation

Motion 2000 taking over the nation

Yo, on the streets

It’s like, «Sleep if you want or sleep with the fish»

I’m cheffing a dish hot like grits on bare back

Feel that, for sure, from the burbs to the grimy city

Corridor where we started this.

Some rugged to the bone

Some soft like cartilage—regardless, survivalist

Living this.

Time fly, some die, some return

As alumni thanks to the Most High

Divine intervention, they missed your kid in a drive-by

Inhale life, exhale the wicked and trife

Through the yellow smoke clouding your sight, choking your windpipe

Through the fog and mist, we combat with

Police and Beast in this jungle habitat shit, so for the

New millenni, really, Poly next to flow

Make y’all all hit the ground like The Roots video

You ain’t know?

Better get a pamphlet and read up

While we rip the beat up and make you want to stash your heater

Addictive rhythm, multiple sensation

Motion 2000 taking over the nation