Musicology

Heard about the party now Just east of Harlem Doug E's going to be there But you got to call him Even the soldiers Need a break sometimes Listen to the groove you'll Let it unwind our mind No intoxication Unless you see what I see Dancing hot and sweaty Right in front of me Call it what you like I'm going to call it how it be This is just another one Of God's gifts Musicology [Chorus] Keep that party movin' Just like I told you Kick the old school joint For the true funk soldiers Musicology [Verse 2] Wish eye had a dollar For every time you say Don't you miss the feeling Music gave you Back in the day? Let's Groove September Earth, Wind and Fire Hot Pants by James Sly is going to take you higher Minor keys and drugs Don't make a rollers hate jam Take your pick - turntable or a band? If it ain' t Chuck D Or Jam Master Jay Know what? They're losing Cause we got a PhD in Advanced Body Movin' Keep the party movin' Just like I told you Kick the old-school joints For the true funk soldiers Musicology! Hold it down, band "Get back! Move, get back! Don't you touch my stereo, these are MY records!" "Don't touch, Ever touch, these are MY records!" Musicology, musicology! Everybody get down! Kick the high-school joints For the true funk soldiers Get goin'! Keep the party movin' Keep the party movin' Uh, don't stop dancin' Keep the party movin' Keep the party movin' Just like I told ya Kick the old-school joints For the true funk soldiers Musicology! For the true funk soldiers