Paradigm

Lyrics

Hey brother, can you paradigm? And as the shifting of the tectonic plate That causes the earth to quake When you're standing and the epicenter Let the shaking begin The shaking starts here Hey brother, can you paradigm? And like the shifting Of the combined weight of the massive atlas Of the head fake That fake the numbers off of one's chest Brother, can you paradigm? Pump, pump, fake, fade-forward, jump slam dunk In your facе From tip-off to tap in, rushin', jumpin' Backboard crushin', dunkin' in your face Brother, can you paradigm? Shape-shifting Shifting thе shapes of things to come Plays and instant replays of plays to come Came and went, time well spent Brother, can you paradigm? From tip-off to tap in, rushin', jumpin' Backboard crushin', dunkin' in your face Pump, pump, funk, fake, fade-forward, jump slam dunk In your face Like the o in the tectonic plate (Like the tectonic plate) The shift that caused the earth to quake You're standing in the epicenter Let the shaking begin The shaking starts here (Let the shake, shake, shaking begin) Hey brother, can you paradigm? (Shaking begin, shaking begin) You caught me shape-shifting (Shake, shake shaking begin) (Shaking begin, shaking begin) Shape of things that come (Shake, shake, shaking begin) (Shaking begin, shaking begin) Instant replays of plays to come came, went, time well spent Brother, can you paradigm? She wear pretty like the word "cute" was tattooed on her smile She's cute She wears gorgeous like she had it tailor-made Fine like it's going out of style She be sportin' the hell out of beautiful And can you paradigm? The shape of things that come, oh She wear naked like she... (Wait, wait, wait a minute) She wear naked like she... (Hang on) Uh, uh, uh She wears naked like the word "free" was inscribed on her mind She's free She's fully dressed when she's sportin' in the raw So free Oh, innocent as she sports her birthday suit She be sportin' the hell outta nudity (Ooh) And she's a fashion statement if I ever seen one Par-par-paradigm (Yeah) Par-par-paradigm Par-par-paradigm (Haha) I take the square root 'cause I get boxed in every time Brother, can you paradigm? Par-par-paradigm Par-par-paradigm Pump, pump, fake, fake, fade-forward, jump, slam dunk You ain't runnin' shit around here (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, run no things 'round here, run no things 'round here) No, pump, pump, fake, fake, fade-forward jump (Ooh) Nah, you ain't runnin' shit around here No tip-off to tap in, rushin', jumpin', backboard crushin' (Ooh) Nah, you ain't runnin' shit 'round here (Run no things 'round here) You ain't runnin' shit 'round here (Run no things 'round here) In your face Brother, can you paradigm? She wears pretty like the word "cute" was tattooed on her smile She's cute She wears gorgeous like she had it tailor-made Fine like she's going out of style She be sportin' the hell outta beautiful (She's cute) Brother, can you paradigm? (Shake!) Shape-shifting The shifting like the tectonic plates that cause the earth to quake You're standing in the epicenter Let the shaking begin (Let the shaking begin, shaking begin) The shaking starts here (Shaking begin) The shape of things to come came, went (Let the shaking begin, shaking begin) Time well spent (Shaking begin) So brother, can you paradigm? Shake! Shake! (Oh baby) Any spare change? (Shake! Shake!) Can you paradigm? (Oh Lord) (Shake!) She wears naked like the word "free" was inscribed (Shake!) On her mind, she's free (Shake!) She's fully dressed in her birthday suit (Shake!) Innocent sportin' in the raw (Shake!) She be wearin' the hell outta nudity (Shake! Shake!) And she's a fashion statement if I ever seen one (Shake! Shake!) Always on time Brother, can you paradigm? Oh, oh, she makes me pop my finger on time She makes me pop my finger on time The sign of things that come to my mind And when you cross my mind, look both ways Before you cross my mind (Before you cross it) Brother, can you spare a dime? Brother, can you paradigm? (Paradigm) The shape of things that come came To young whores and muck row there Ahead and time, the soul-searching beam of a strobe As I rise, the cries of kings are great Made way there, near here, now gone far Shall we rise? I feel my wrists, no light refilled to rule over me She sees me panic, she starts to run away I scream and silent comforts but I'm not heard She's still panicked for I've not said a word For what, for fear for truth Is truth the light? Is truth the light? Is truth the light? Brother, can you paradigm? (Time and darkness) It was kinda like all the holes that it creates (And space do not exist) Way down there but at least ad-lib Can you paradigm? (Ooh) And virtual is real