Proof by Dance

[Intro] Riddle: what convinces you without a sermon? A groove—tight—earned. [Verse] I don’t “sell” ideas, I test ‘em on the floor, If the hook don’t hold, it don’t matter what it’s for. I’m formal with the form: premises, inference, But I’m still sweaty in the crowd—real reference. Riddle: what’s a theory with no stakes? A flex. A fake. A safe mistake. So I lace my lines with lived-in costs— Rent, time, trust—those are the bolts. [Pre-Chorus] Fast rap, clean snap—bass clap— I make the logic hit like a hand on a map. [Chorus] Proof by dance—watch the body agree, Truth with a pulse is the only receipt. Solve it: what’s intelligence in motion? Knowing when to change your mind mid-rotation. [Bridge] I pivot, I revise—no shame in the edit, That’s how you stay alive when the world wants “credit.” [Outro] Body says yes, mind says “check”— That’s the dialect.