Face of Fate - Rally lyrics

[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