Something Special

[Chorus]
You can dance You can clap you can move it to my rap
You can dance You can clap you can move it to my rap
Move it to my rap, move it to my rap, move it to my rap
Y'know my rap is mean and my skin is fair

[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
Lost in a dreamy place with beats inspired by Anna Corinna's face this is how my penis taste
I got the cleanest laced, Kicks for kicking bass lines and kicking whack shit out of my realm of space
Get your head erased fucking with the split personality producer but I don't ever think I'm metal face
I'm underrated but I'm never outdated
Cause nothing that I made existed bеfore I made it
I played it out loosеr so my tracks hit smoother
I got one foot in the 90s and the other in the future saying
The unpolished will demolish how you could have failed psychology's cool and still not have dropped mad knowledge
I never leave you saying that the beat is so so
I'm sipping gin but when I'm not I'm sipping Vita Coco
Now all of my friends got yokos
Fuck having the game on lock when you can have it in a chokehold

[Chorus]
You can dance. You can clap. You can move it to my rap
You can dance. You can clap. You can move it to my rap
Move it to my rap, move it to my rap. move it to my rap
Shake your bodies like you just don't care
Y'know my rap is mean and my skin is fair

[Verse 2: Dylan Ross]
The catalog enlarges as the jams get sweeter
Still putting records out with little to no features
I like it stripped down so that's how I keep it
Many styles in the bag but I never share my secrets
As the time passes and I get weeded
The sky is the limit but I have superseded and if the rad jazz is what you needed then I'm spinning 33's until the needle gets heated and the sampler freezes
Keep up with The Volunteerz if you wanna meet us
Meet us at the mall I got CDs and t-shirts I got it all
Finna ball, Finna get buck and hit the power ball
Courtesy of Lucy and Luck and I tower tall
Over emcees thinking they rock
I rock to the rhythm I create to generate a knot
I'm tryna generate a lot because I got an addiction to staying jazzy and old veterans say I got chops

[Chorus]
You can dance. You can clap. You can move it to my rap
You can dance. You can clap. You can move it to my rap
Move it to my rap, move it to my rap. move it to my rap
Shake your bodies like you just don't care
Y'know my rap is mean and my skin is fair