Musicology

Heard about the party now

Just east of Harlem

Dougie's gonna be there

But you got to call him (call him)

Even the soldiers

Need a break sometimes

Listen to the groove ya'll

Let it unwind your mind

No intoxication

Unless you see what I see

Dancin' hot an' sweaty

Right in font of me (right in front of me)

Oh, call it what you like

I'm gonna call it how it be, fact

This is just another one of God's gifts

Musicology

Gotta keep that party movin'

Like I told you

Kick the old school joint

For the true funk soldiers

Musicology

I wish I had a dollar

For every time you say

Don't you miss the feeling music gave ya

Back in the day?

Let's groove, September

Earth, Wind and Fire

Hot pants by James

Sly's gonna take you higher

Minor keys and drugs

Don't make a rollerskate jam

Take your pick - turntable or a band?

Lord, if it ain't Chuck D

Or Jam Master Jay

Know what? They're losin'

'Cause we got a PhD in advanced body movin'

Keep the party movin'

Just like I told you

Kick the old school joint

For the true funk soldiers

Musicology

Alright

Hold it down, band

Ah, get back, get back

Don't you touch stereo

This is my records

Don't touch

Don't you ever touch

This is my records

Musicology

Musicology

Let the party get out, no options

Old school joint for the true funk soldiers

Hands up, get goin'

Keep the party, keep the party movin'

Keep the party, keep, keep

Don't stop dancing

Keep, keep, keep, keep the party movin'

Keep

Musicology

Keep, keep, keep, keep the party movin'

Keep the party movin'

Just like I told you (that's what I'm talkin' about)

Kick the old school joint (yes)

For the true funk soldiers

Musicology

For the true funk soldiers

(Hands up) Alright

Hold the money ya'all

Don't you hear us, old school joint?

Don't you ever touch my stereo

He said I got good and plenty

Of what you need the most

And that's time