Ain't nothing like that black dap Grabbing their brothers by the hand Pulling them in by the back It never misses a beat or hesitates a step It just falls in sync they don't even think Or forget the way it goes And they follow with the lyrics--
"What's up yo What's good bro What's good fam"
Not even looking down at their hands They feel it's there A bond between the pair In a blink it's gone Evaporates into air
They breathe it
Its all so simple And still such a secret These moments when Almighty is showing Leaving everyone else peeping Them niggas don't even notice They made hocus pocus They continue on because it's so second nature But makes a hater out of one who puts nature second-- tragic Every color on the palette assimilates to black magic