As we dance to a beat that seems out of time
To the one you feel in the metronome of your mind
Does it offend you that our rhythm looks strange
Or causes your thinking to be rearranged ?
Could it be that you would understand to speak to which we dance
More clearly had you been given a chance?
So as you struggle to find the feel with your feet
Ask yourself

Can you dance to my beat? To my beat, to my beat, to my beat
Dance to my beat, to my beat, to my beat, to my beat
Dance to my beat, to my beat, to my beat, to my beat
Dance to my beat, to my beat, to my beat, to my beat

Watch us get down to this grove with an afro-funk feel
While we get high to a rhythm with spiritual appeal
Expressions of freedom from the descendants of slave
God gives us the strength for new horizons we must bring
First bondage, then mental, now financially oppressed
With this beat we dance, we know we've passed the test
So ask yourself

Can you dance to my beat? To my beat, to my beat, to my beat
Dance to my beat, to my beat, to my beat, to my beat
Dance to my beat, to my beat, to my beat, to my beat
Dance to my beat, to my beat, to my beat, to my beat
Dance to my beat, to my beat, to my beat, to my beat
Dance to my beat, to my beat, to my beat, to my beat
Dance to my beat, to my beat, to my beat, to my beat
Dance to my beat, to my beat, to my beat, to my beat

The rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm is our power section
The freedom we feel in our soul
We dance to learn those lessons as our story continues to unfold
Our beat, our words, our melodies are gifts from the givers of those gifts
So as you struggle to find the feel with your feet
Ask yourself

Can you dance to my beat?
(Can you?)
To my beat

So as you struggle to find the feel with your feet
Ask yourself
Can you really, really dance to my beat?

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