who's hungry for the good vibes come stomp it in the sunshine,
the past times are remembered in the never ending fast light,
your too dry I'm reckoning scripts then let'em pass by,
we've come to have a little fun some question it and ask why,

in dark times I push it along and keep progressing with it,
go to play and click it turn it up and reach the nearest village,
set the limit leave'em guessing if their tryina test the spirit,
living instead of livid, swing it while they chase the gimmicks,

can you hear it, everybody's searching for that funky something,
something that they've already got, so get party jumpin,
functioning it strait on the dot, is how to get it pumpin,
structure it then go to the top just let'em hate on nothin,

keep it comin strengthen it strait into the thick of things,
sort of like a lone ranger siding with the Indians,
sick off this war in the storm turned to bitterness,
staying mighty proud in my cloud when the winter hits,

wicked shit, who's got the vibes when the pressure drops,
never stop spraying monologue's like a nozzle top,
cold or hot this is how we do you can't test the gods,
so everybody get funky till the record stops,

take the time to nurture in moderation we'll make it,
the complication is naked mistaken and underrated,
dropping techniques for growing the seeds of life,
feeling oh so right when it's time for the mic,


chorus

while the people do their thing move forth and just be,
I'm creating new peeks with the mind and energy,
the story's deep peace to everybody stay secrete,
life was so simple but it switch in a swift beat,

I kick a nice testimonial flow for those who's listening,
my brothers check the animal noise from my vision,
who's with it, my precision's kinda mystic,
I let'em taste the secret then oh she went and peaked it,

best believe it, we're the sickest of kids,
the next generation will be playing will be playing this shit,
making it fit into their daily mix and lyrical fix,
spiritual spits I speak them strait from my lips,

so here it is, more time for real hip hop,
never to be forgotten time to get a move on,
don't let it slip through your fingers cos what's gone is gone,
and the next man hasn't got the love that I've got,

please make it stop is what their screaming at the devious,
so I'm relieving this believe me it's not easy but,
I'm achieving it maintaining through the years of aggressiveness,
stress been collecting up stress been collecting up,

take the time to nurture in moderation we'll make it,
the complication is naked mistaken and underrated,
dropping techniques for growing the seeds of life,
feeling oh so right when it's time for the mic,