How come you have three guitars?
3, 2, 1, liftoff, jetpack, shoot into space
Represent the dot till were blue in the face
Fre-fre-fresher than tooth-the-paste
You know how we do in the place
The crowd accumulates when he's tunin’ the bass
The fiddle and guitar are removed from the case
You know it’s Kenny O when it booms and shakes
You know it’s our music by the movement it makes
The crowd that it draws
The yearnin’ you get
To prove what it takes
(Move)
Throw your body on the dance floor
Whether you're beginner or advanced or
(Move)
Whatever you're doin’ it's okay, like this
So everyone do it your own way, like this
(Move, F L O B O T S)
Like the dude from Chappelle's show
(F L O B O T S)
Let it rip like Velcro
(Move, F L O B O T S)
We spit non-typical flows like this
(F L O B O T S)
Mile High City and it goes like this
Like this, like this
3, 2, 1, 4, 5, 6
No tellin’ where the beat might hit
This is outta hand like Buster Bluth
Leave you soundin’ like rusted root
Bots out your mouth like a busted tooth
Attention, we payin’ who?
Exempt Artax like Atr
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