Mario Caldato Jr - Unite lyrics

Geesh! Yeah, all the time New school, old school (a'ight!) Keep it on and on Uhh, yeah Goin' off the hook like Latrell Spreewell I've got the ill technique so you know me well We be kickin' ba**, all up in your face And when it comes to beats, well, I'm the rhythm ace Now if you check my pulse, it beats skull snaps I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac So what if I'm a ham and cheese on rye? I got to do my thing and that's no lie Well, ice is cold and fire is hot When it comes to competition, we've got them locked U-N-I-T-E A little shout to Ian and little Zoe One can wonder why, but can't deny If we could work it out, it would be so fly We'll never know unless we try So tell me, party people, what's your Zodiac sign? Breakdancers of the world, unite! "Oh sh**… yeah" Bboys of the world, unite! "Well wicked" I went inside the deli, and my man's like, what? I write the songs that make the whole world s** I need to break it down every chance I get So, Ssshhh, we keep it raw on the set Automation, circulation This is for the people all around the nations I got books with hooks, and it looks like rain Would someone on the Knicks please drive the lane? Now rhymes are mantequilla on a track by us I've got to keep my mind clear so I don't bust If you got bad breath, then maybe try Scope And if you wash your a**, you best use soap People of the world, you realize We got to get together and harmonize I feel I'm comin down with the boogaloo flu "Explain to me really what doctors must do" Ravers of the world, unite! Come on now We're the scientists of sound We're mathematically puttin' it down When lightning strikes, best grab a ground Got to get up to get down I've got the terminator style with a touch of the tweak Technics 1200's, I'm known to freak I don't like to fight, I don't carry a piece I wear permanent press so I'm always creased Mike D with the rump shakin' action Do it like this for the intergalaction I practice asana daily so I'm very flexible I'm a Scorpio so you know I'm very s**ual Shouts to Rach and my brother Matthew In Money-Makin', it's how we do I be smokin' roaches in the vestibule In the next millennium, I'll still be old school High roller, big baller I call 'em crullers but you know they're called crawlers I keep it movin' to the broad daylight Bgirls of the world, unite! (a'ight!) Keep it on and on, keep it on and on Keep it on and on, keep it on and on Keep it on and on, keep it on and on Keep it on and on, keep it on and on Keep it on and on, keep it on and on Keep it on and on, keep it on and on Keep it on and on, keep it on and on Hahahaha... Ah, with the rump shakin' action