Lyrics by DRS (Delroy Pottinger) I always try to move forward, align my soul with the Sun Future becomes past, at last you?re outdone The outcome is what you always feared your moves with spite For the first time I touched a microphone, I crush your rhyme title With tales from my boombox, I strove through paradox Universes reversing your actions, you can?t stop Words to be heard with sonic weapons vibrating your internal organs With stories of more pain, the back street abortion My instruments of destruction be words Cutting deeper than steel Run your fingers over the surface, As well you can feel the vibe Intensified, open wide like a window with no glass Call me greedy ?cause we shoot and don?t pass But don?t grass if our moves become shifty ?Cause while you?re thinking of one word to say we got fifty It?s uplifting while we drift through time ?Cause we keep pushing the vibe Yeah Aww, baby Aww, baby Ooh yeah Yeah ?Cause we keep pushing the vibe Yeah Aww, baby Aww, baby Ooh yeah Yeah Try to move forward with the Sun Comes past, at last you?re outdone Is what you always feared your moves with spite For the first time I touched a microphone, I crush your rhyme titles I strove through paradox Universes reversing your actions, you can?t stop Sonic weapons, internal organs More pain, the back street abortion Cutting deeper than steel Run your fingers over the surface, Like well you can feel the vibe Open wide like a window with no glass Call me greedy ?cause I shoot, don?t pass While you?re thinking of one word to say I got fifty While we drift through time We keep pushing the vibe Yeah Aww, baby Aww, baby Ooh yeah Yeah Yeah Pushing the vibe Aww, baby Aww, baby Ooh yeah Yeah Pushing the vibe While we drift through time We keep pushing the vibe Yeah Aww, baby Aww, baby Ooh yeah Yeah Pushing the vibe (x5)