Unadulterated poetic, love women the mind body and soul unified over the rythm

Let’s tap into what’s happenin’ snappin’ crackle and poppin’

Kinetic and pop static, but never havin’ a problem

Pump it up, air it out, let em see your get it face

Embrace all the elements when you celebrate

A splash of beam in the canteen for the victory

Ain’t no mystery go get trees and split your Swisher Sweet

Effervescence essence and ‘S’ words in a sentence

Bless the curves in that dress of yours

For the best of words I choose perfection

I turn it up and let the stereo bump

even when it’s loud as funk sometimes it’s barely enough

I breath oxygen on account of availability

I keep pumpin’ sounds and gaining funky abilities.

I’m too cold to handle, too hot to hold

We came to rock the spot and we got the swisher rolled

Crank it till it’s crunked, drop wiggle your butt

Remember, when it’s loud as funk sometimes it isn’t enough

Get busy y’all let the sound penetrate

They say it’s better late than never, time to strike a debate

I’m thinking that timing is everything and I keep it unique and ahead of the scheme

The timing in striking is key in alignin’ yourself with the dreamer inside you and me

Ascendin’ and climbin’ while spendin’ your time in a twisted and mixed up existence environment

absorbin’ reflection recordin’ projection molded in form of your time that is spent in it

Even in similar instances people pretend or deny that it even exists

The eye that resides in the mind that defies speech and sight redefining our life as a gift

By keepin’ the dreamer alive that’s inside of us beamin the light from within our cores

Smile, it’s worth it this planet deserves it, from dirt to the surfp ‘cause this earth world is yours.

Now tell me who’s the hottest it don’t need to be true

Wasa madda me mami ? Nada baby, wassa madda you?

I throw shapes and colors ya better duck, even when it’s loud as funk yo, it’s never enough

Get Swazee with it Footloose and Ghost

Then outer space with it straight UFO

Y’all know what it is if you didn’t you wouldn’t

I put the jiggle in the Jello and the pop in the puddin

Sid Vicious with it, maybe Joey Ramone

Hell, even Joe Rogan, never Joey Fatone

Macaroni, ravioli mad canoli and scones

Bazukajo skinny style, fat to the bone