Dr. Goodgroove

Chorus

Call me Dr. Goodgroove
Here to make the party move
Love potion like lotion
Rising your emotion
Old school flavor with the hip-hop beat
If you wanna shake your body, then move your feet
Call me Dr. Goodgroove
Here to make the party move
Love potion like lotion
Rising your emotion
Calling shorty with the body and brains
Come to Da Reapa, help me ease my pain

Verse 1

It be the verbal massage
Like the sound of old Debarge
Illogical odd god
Emcee coming with that hodgepodge
Reach inside your brain, Intravenous like the vein
And silence all these wannabees that’s rapping the pain
Old school long player
Spin that ass ‘round slayer
I ain’t no pimp, so I’m never gonna pay ya
I’m the doc, the medic, embedded
Rhyme flows pathetic, I make’em forget it, and then I change their verbal ethic
The true hip-hop’ll never go pop, and never stop
Never ever let the mike drop, I think not
So get ready ‘cause the Reapa’s back
Natural herb N fat sacks
Tracks of wax and loaded gats, try to take that
ReapALife crew beating up on them fakers
By the time you look ‘round, your rep’s been taken
So grab the girl next to you and let’s get swazy
And ‘member ‘twas Da Reapa kept the flowing amazing


Verse 2

I spin yarns like Rumplestiltskin
DP in the bullpen
When she get wise on them lies, then I’ll be rolling in
‘Bout to clock the paper like a press
Mad jewels for my chest
Done done the poverty thang and I ain’t impressed
So we gots to come up
Tote board it got to run up
‘Cause we work hard for this game, sundown to sunup
For those who think the god be soft
Yo Ned, U better tell’em, ‘fore I have to bust off
Cause star sign be dropping constantly
Philosophy, seeming impossibly
Giving competition lobotomies when they bother me
And stepping up with them whack rhyme flows quite slovenly
Jes, another jitter juice, you know I ain’t done
Yo, Classic, spin the wheel, make them emcees run
Nut got the beats, Murda Maal got the flows
It’s ReapALife double O 4, here we go!

(c) 2004 Nikitah Imani (Dp Da Reapa)