Johnny Afro - I Like Music

I Like Music

All those that don't think Im in it, here I am again winnin in the finish
when in love, shoots a shot like cupid, I go stupid, cause I like music

here you go yall, where we gain satisfaction, what you hear crackin, ready for action
i packed in the bass, the place goes crazy, all in a daze, the music amazin
shake with the energy, the fury vibrations, all my soul sisters, in every single nation
move power, now and every hour, you can feel it comin, with the sound of the drummin
supper time grooves, chow food, to the music, raps with slap, make your big brother lose it
momma lost shoes, doin dance on the cruise ship, bboys flip, cause the record don't slip
the needle don't skip for my vinyl dj's penny weighted down as the plays go round
streamin with your service, eatin vegan burgers, the song get you strong, when the music serve a purpose

pack jam, party head, young folks get carded, cause when they hear the music, they might go retarded
let's get it started, the floor been parted, soul train dancers, wobblers and steppers
i'm here to get a rep, promote a new record, free your back from the kink, makin rounds at the rink
live at the beach, or the outdoor courts, no better combo, music and sports
get your hoop stars bouncing, the humming announcers, all know the jam, sway when they stand
back and forth, we been doin this for years, battle mc's try to outdo they peers
allieviate fears, dry up tears, let me make it clear, the super beats are here
all the way live, how you feel when they arrive, that's how they react, when they hear the dope tracks

with the timing, I'm out of confinement, you aligning, cause the sunny beat shining
fine dine ripper, took her silver slipper, flattened down the heels, to see her flex the skills
she could take a chance, in the bgirl stance, put me to the test, she gone be a hot mess
can't stop now, come on wipe your brow, take it like a gymnast, or backstroke swimmers
music for beginners, enders and winners, music for youth, who gots to get loose
my rep is on the wax, I tax on funk, yall ain't heard enough, until the house jumps
afro the brand, bassway the lable, been a long legend, like aesops fables
do yourself a favor, follow the flavor, imagine and gaze, at this music for days

Written by:
ROBERT BELL, RONALD BELL, GEORGE BROWN, CLAYDES SMITH, DENNIS THOMAS

Publisher:
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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