Squeaking the creaking hardly speaking
in time with squealing feeling unreeling
all the time crime almost sublime
running go off like a gun, just fun.
let the beat move your feet until you meet the street
flounce trounce then announce the bounce
jumping up down no frowns just take the crown
spinning over the din, no losers just win.
it's the rhythm section, like election vivisection
dance dance this is trance romance enhance
repeating the greeting heating momenting
she shipping whipping frenzy tipping
Scream that you are hip
rhyme it's time to let it rip
motions notions like the oceans
it's cosmic turnip on the LP Flip.
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