I Get Deep Soulmagic Remix

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper into this thing. The deeper I go the more knowledge I know What to sing, what to bring. What? I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper into the vibe. What I... Chilling in the corner at the shelter all by Myself checking it out. I'm not dancing no more but why? Why? Why? Why? Why? What? How on earth are you supposed to vibe around The fake ones, the one, the ones that say They know what is what but they don't know What is what. They just strut. What the fuck? What? I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper into this thing And I pretend that they're not there. I just stare Up in the booth at the dread man spinning The song, spinning it strong playing things like "When can our house begin?" That's my shit! What? Ooh! I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper When people start to disappear and it's about six O'clock. Ooh, I'm feeling hot Take off my sweater and My pants And I start to dance And all The sweat Just goes down my face And I Pretend that There’s nobody there But me in this Place I get deep Yo I get deep What Wooo I get deep When he takes All the bass Out the songs And all you hear Is highs And its Like Oh Shit Ahhh I Get Deep I get deep And the rhythm flows through My Blood like alcohol And I get drunk And Im Falling All over the Place But i catch Myself Right On Time Right In Line With the Beat And Its So Sweet sweet sweet sweet I get deep I get deep If House Music Was Air Then Dr Love Would Be My Song & I Would Only take Deep Breaths Fill My Lungs with The Rhythm Bass I GET DEEP I GET DEEP Now It’s About Three AM People Going Pliés Spinning Jumping Grinding As if They Had Wings Raising Both Hands Jesus was a DJ himself Spinnin those Funky funky Funky House Beats And we pray Unity For Same Things Rhythmatic Pause Without Cause Bass From Those High Definition Speakers Sitting In The Corner On Each Side Of The Room Giving Us Boom Boom To Our Zoom zoom zoom Smell Of An L Lit While Walking By But The Music Gets Me high Sanctified Old Lady In Church We Happy Stomp Feet Clap Hands Shout Cry Dance Say “Sweet Lord Speak To Me” Because WE LOVE HOUSE MUSIC AND ON THIS NIGHT IT BRINGS US TOGETHER LIKE A FAMILY REUNION EVERY WEEK WE EAT DRINK LAUGH PLAY SLEEP SO FOR ALL YOU HIP HOPPERS DO WOPPERS NAME DROPPER PILL POPPERS COME INTO OUR HOUSE TO GET DEEP WHAT TO GET DEEP I GET DEEP