[Intro: Face of Fate]
In order to pa** the Presidential Fitness Challenge it is imperative that all participants bounce
The bouncing portion needs to be done, young and old, across this great United States
[Hook]
Pull out your beats
Pull out your cuts
Rally round the bus and bounce with us
We ain't your modern day martyrs, just some counselors
So, come on, gather round y'all, get your love
[Verse 1: The Journalist]
I'm a mic motivator
Mind emancipator
Interwoven in between a minor calculator
Subtract it from my positive
I add it to your negative
Understand The Press is here and yes we got a lot to give
Movement of the crowd is like an ocean
People sway to the tide of my emotion
Mix a melting pot to find a special magic potion
So you can rub it in skin like it was lotion
I tip the beat like it was sloping
Voice gets you high like you were smoking
And I'm still hoping that
Before the final clap you can rewind this track and face the fact
That you are more important than any artifact
More expansive than a star's parallax
So I travel the world to put my soul upon wax
You can grab it by the handle as the mandible snaps
And we stand like a candle till the panic is pa**ed
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Face of Fate]
Ha! Yo Mister Mister, take the broken wings
Back to the record shop so I can buy Mos Def's swing
Pa**ed on the diamond rings to get instrumentals with Sting
Search for Soulsides where LB raps and Joyo sings
It's my liturgy still letting loose with my litany
Go ask Bobby Brown, I got my white up off of Whitney
Family friends and God are the only spirits with me
When my soul ascends I say "Jesus Lord lift me"
[Verse 3: bcap]
Your mind is racing
You've met thousands of people with different faces
You don't know how to place them so you split them up by races
Colorful, gender-specific, categorical cases
Filled with information but there's still flawed spaces
Son, we do it like this on a regular basis
Whether in Timberland leather or K-Swiss with straight laces
We begin like this in attempt to state the plain basics
I promise out the gate to satiate even the tasteless
[Hook]
[Outro]
Let me see you bounce like my pay check
Let me see you bounce like my rent check
Let me see you bounce like my fabric sheets
Let me see you bounce like my brothers' beats