调：G minor•
Verse 1
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, now get 'em up,
get 'em up, what?
Get 'em up, get 'em up, what?
Get 'em up, get 'em up, what?
Uh, yo, yo, yo
Verse 2
Fella's wanna hover in my cypher
like a helicopter
Like it's a special honor
The stealth bomba,
gem droppa
Make the ghetto holla, intercontinental
Takin' you high like sky divers
When we spark with live wires
Original, cavemen quest for my
fire (what?)
Express my desire to drop this new
shit (c'mon)
These record executives
keep tellin' me y'all stupid
Now if they right,
shut the fuck up
Revolutionary, throw your guns up
Whether you a bougie broad
who actin' stuck up
Or some ignorant thug motherfucker
shootin' the club up
We gon' make y'all feel this
(uh), break y'all spirit
If y'all fake that realness,
word, we bringin' it
Ringin' it in from the new millennium
to way after that
I call these cats Reynolds
'cause they plastic rap
Verse 3
it happen (c'mon)
You cats ain't real,
y'all just a re- enactment
Better yet, dramatization
Soon as the director say
action you start fakin'
I start breakin' (what?)
The whole joint start shakin'
(c'mon)
This ain't the time or place
for you to prove somethin'
Cut the stargazin', yo,
Verse 4
Move somethin' (move somthin')
Move somethin' (move somthin')
Verse 5
Verse 6
Let's see what's next up on the menu
run up in you (uh)
Lyrics that be fuckin with you
In the mental, pick any mental, instru',
funda', detri'
Extra, extra large like the borough of Brooklyn
the residential
Existentialist specialist
Like Sly Stone wit my poem and fly song
Ride along with cats who live great and die strong,
word
We gonna rock 'til nothin'
else matters (uh)
Y'all catch bodies,
we catch excellent cadavers (uh)
Your next of kin an' shatter stories
splattered in the tabloids
Erase your trace like your cotton
mouth and we peppermint Altoids
Step in the high reppin' the spot
called Flatbush
Whether rappers or actors
you still feel the gat bust
The abstract then becomes
the reality
Alcoholics like to call it the
moment of clarity (word)
Verse 7
it happen
You cats ain't real,
y'all just a re- enactment
Better yet, dramatization
Soon as the director say
action you start fakin'
I start breakin' (what?)
The whole joint start shakin'
(c'mon)
This ain't the time or place
for you to prove somethin'
Cut the stargazin', yo,
Verse 8
Move somethin' (move somthin')
Move somethin' (word)
Verse 9
stuy niggas, move somethin'
Chi and West Side niggas,
move somethin'
Cincinnati in the house,
you got to move somethin'
My niggas in the Dirty South got
to move somethin'
The South Bronx,
125 niggas move somethin'
Q Borough make it live, niggas,
move somethin'
Miami all the way to Philly got
to move somethin'
Chicago and the Brick City got
to move somethin'
My Soul Rebels in the world
you got to move somethin'
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