Snap! - Cult of Snap! (vs. Roy Malone) lyrics

Groove is quick but thick, no trick words manifest Beat to the brain like a bullet from a sniper When the loser smooth like a cruiser Beat the beat down I'm the big bruiser On to off to off, on and on This is the new-new breed of rap song To the T.O.P., yes the top I rock the spot hot To be or not to be, yes it'll be M.C. Turbo B (Yes to the groove, yes it's party) Peace of mind Time to unwind Trip and dip, slip the hip, now grip To the techno house of hip ('Cause this is the cult of Snap!) Hard to hold It's burning cold We make the jam, broke the mold So it can't be sold Took the vic Stolen, taken Move to the groove Dance floor shakin' Up and down, you're spinning around You check the sound, hands in the air Party hard, hard not to party, moving close (Body to body) I for one, the only son, the only child Not mild but the kid is wild Code name is Turbo Jam, jump, jump, jump, jump and jam The cult of Snap! And Snap! is in command To the point, correct and exact This is the cult of Snap!