Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step
Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step

I was sick of flippin' channels and sick of flippin' quarters
I called my man Zulu said, "Meet me on the corner
Maybe we can check out the clubs in the city
Because waitin' at the crib can make you feel shitty"
So he hopped into my ride on the squeaky doorside and
We hit the Upper Room where they keep the funk alive
The man at the door invited us inside
He said there isn't any cover if you're keepin' up the vibe
We took it upstairs to big up the area
The people in the house was shakin' up their derriere
Raisin up their hands and raisin up their voices
Tokes was the DJ I was happy with his choices
Maxin' and mixin' the beats they was fixin'
My brain like a smoke that was doubly, triply, dope
The decadence is gone and life may never be the same
Cause when the beat hits you feel no pain!
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So a piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for me
A piece of peace for every peaceful person that you see
I said a piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for me
But I don't act peaceful if you're not that way to me
Every million mile ya haffe tek a first step
Every million mile ya haffe tek a first step
Five-O was outside waitin' with their vans
Hopin' that shit would get outta hand
So that they could test their weapons on innocent civilians
The high tech shit costin' million and millions
Money should've spent on something for community
But that's O.K. because we got the unity
So fuck the police! we can keep the peace!
We can make love and conquer that disease
Because nothing in the world is impossible to me
I can swim on dry land and run upon the sea
And nothing in the world is impossible to me
You can chop off my legs and I'll land upon my feet
I turn it over to the spirit, I leave her in charge
My favorite record sounds like an African Head Charge
She'll beat up the beats with and eggbeater pour em in the batter
She'll make 'em sound fatter and fatter
Cause food for the soul is the flavor of the music
Spice for the brain is the essence of the lyrics
Songs can be delicious and also be nutritious
You can't pay for culture", it can only be experienced
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"WELL HAVE YOU EVER BEEN EXPERIENCED!"
"WELL"

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If the funk is on time then we call it punctual
We're matchin up the footsteps spiritual and functional
Like carnival in Rio the Charlie Hunter trio
Had the groovers groovin' and all the movers movin'
Cuba, Twist, Reminisce and NME
Graffiti on the street for everyone to see
Even the elders in the house was havin' fun
Because we livin' life at the top of our lungs
It was truly a life celebration that night
Had the world's greatest time
But we'd never sell the movie rights
To Morrie Povich, or anyone like that
And anyone who does is really, really whack!
We fish or cut bait and we're not takin' prisoners
And if you comin' late then you might've missed some a this
Funky good time we had here in fronta you
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu to you
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