Cult Of Snap

[Chorus:]
Zoombahey, agoombaheya
Zoombahey, agoombaheya
Zoombahey, agoombaheya
Ago, ago, ago baheya. [x3]

1. The groove is quick but thick, no trick
Words are manifest, lyrics are like
(Hype as hype and snap made it hyper).

Beat to the brain like a bullet from a sniper
When the loser's smooth like a cruiser
Beat the beat down, I'm the big bruiser
On and off to off on and on.

This is the new, new breed of rap song
To the t.o.p, yes, the top
I rock the spot hot
To be or not to be, yes it'll be
M.C. Turbo B (Smooth to the groove yes it's party).

Peace of mind, time to unwind
Trip and dip, slip the hip, now grip
To the techno house of hip
(This is the cult of snap).

Hard to hold, it's burning cold
We make the jam, broke the most
So it can't be sold.

Took the vic stolen taken
Move to the groove, dancefloor shakin'
Up and down, you're spinning around
You check the sound.

Hands in the air, feet on the ground
Party hard, hard, not to party
Moving close (Body to body).

[Chorus x3]

2. I for one the only son the only child
Not mild but the kid is wild
Cult name it's turbo (Owee-o).

Damned, jump, jump, jump, jump and jam
The cult of snap as snap is in command
To the point correct and exact
This is the cult of snap.

The mighty, the mighty cruisader
The mighty, the mighty cruisader
The mighty, the mighty cruisader
The mighty, the mighty cruisader.

The mighty, the mighty cruisader
The mighty, the mighty cruisader
The mighty, the mighty cruisader
The mighty, the mighty cruisader.

[Chorus x2]

3. Hard to hold, it's burning cold
We make the jam, broke the most so it can't be sold
Took the vic stolen taken
Move to the groove, dancefloor shakin'.

Up and down, you're spinning around, you check the sound
Hands in the air, feet on the ground
Party hard, hard, not to party
Moving close (Body to body).

[Chorus x4]