Sideways…
(yeah)

I don’t move straight lines, I slide sideways
Still on beat, just not your way
Light foot, heavy weight
Watch how I levitate

I don’t move straight lines, I glide through
Whole room shift when I slide through
No rush, but I arrive too
Different rhythm, same truth

You can’t time what you don’t anticipate
I don’t force pace, I accelerate
Half-step lean when I penetrate
Room tilts slightly when I generate

Feet barely touch the surface
Still grounded, still certain
You stomp loud for the curtain
I move smooth, close curtains

Watch the sync when it misalign
That’s intentional design
You push forward in straight lines
I bend corners in prime time

Don’t blink.
Don’t chase.
Let the pocket breathe.

I don’t move straight lines, I slide sideways
Still on beat, just not your way
Light foot, heavy weight
Watch how I levitate

I don’t move straight lines, I glide through
Whole room shift when I slide through
No rush, but I arrive too
Different rhythm, same truth

Slip past noise without collision
Clean pivot, no incision
You perform with repetition
I adapt to the condition

Listen close — hi-hats stagger
Sub-bass hum get lower, blacker
You go hard — I go sharper
Shift the air without anger

Momentum without sprinting
Calm face while it’s imprinting
You react — I’m inventing
Different pocket, same ending

Slow the swing…
Feel it drag…

Even when the tempo changes
I don’t panic. I adjust.

I don’t move straight lines, I slide sideways
Still on beat, just not your way
Light foot, heavy weight
Watch how I levitate

I don’t move straight lines, I glide through
Whole room shift when I slide through
No rush, but I arrive too
Different rhythm, same truth

Same truth.