*featuring Dinco, Milo, Charlie Brown
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[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
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Aiyo, where my niggas at?
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Fuck, my niggas is at?
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Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at?
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Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun?
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Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga?
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Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you at, son?
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Where the fuck my Leaders niggas is at, man?
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Fuck man, I'm ready to grab my niggas
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Them niggas need to go to blow or sometin
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Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Runnin faster than the speed of a bullet)
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Keep it movin', keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
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(Has more rhymes than any other DJ that has craps)
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Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Able to leap sucker MC's in a single bound)
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Keep it movin', keep it movin' (Look at the jam of the mic)
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Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along (It's the L-the O-the N-the S)
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[Verse 1: Dinco, Milo]
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Three in this to grass it up like me
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Besides TNT, see an N and BG
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My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G
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I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D
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Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!)
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Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol' bass
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Third planet states while the rest of the world waits (WAITS!)
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Joy to the world, meaning hell, snow and earthquakes
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Participates, modulates
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If comets were round plates, bitten names gates
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For only those that ???? relates, case after case (CASE!)
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Dinco's on the next space
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Movin strategically in the Solar System's waste (RAHHH!)
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Size 25, the lymph still be in place (HAHHH!)
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Stretch and extending, for flexin is impending
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It's not mind-bending or *?refriending?* to keep remembering (HMMM!)
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Cos everybody's people gonna die, or believe (WOO-HOO!)
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we dispense necessity, to shout and receive
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KEEP IT MOVIN' ALONG
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People in the party, are you really feelin?
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We ain't seein eye-to-eye so you ain't really seein (SEE!)
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I be hippin all type of niggas, sayin fuck that nigga Blow
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When they see me in the party, they better act like they know
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YO, we connectin dots that makes spots hot
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Uhh, to the beat'cha (Y'ALL!), ah ya don't stop (STOP!)
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Notice, how many groups can formulate then lose focus
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With a lot of hocus pocus, concepts that sound bogus
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I'm seein the world and all its different kind of poses (WOO!)
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Crush you like roaches, that's keepin the crowd movin (HAA!)
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Mr and the dancers, who said "Culture consumin?"
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Never face, he ????? ????? and strength
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Cos I can terminate, like a dirty hypodermic needle
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My vision's clearer than the sights on an eagle
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Stop them bustin high, bring the head back to my table
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Don't front, circle circle, dot dot, you catch your speed, not
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Feel that, cos this type of vibe sounds done
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(Far from the...., to the doe-run-run-run to the doe-run-run)
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(YES!) Yes to the beat-boys and your ass accepted
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Exclusive, L-O-N-S bringin the ruckus, wild aggressive
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[Chorus:]
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Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
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Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
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Keep it movin' along, keep it movin' along
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[Verse 2: Charlie Brown, Busta Rhymes]
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Now don't get me wrong, CHILL!!!
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Let me out, no question, no doubt
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????? god is a drought
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I've come to wet the party like a tropical depression
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????? mixed with scherm for this musical session
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(STOP!) stressin, testin, second-guessin, who's 'fessin?
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Life is a lesson in disguise like a blessin
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Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens
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The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*)
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Cos I'm like a ???? hands therapeutic
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Measurements, square, feet, and cubic
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We're all makin pennies off a record, so who needs the paper? (WHO?)
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The man in Manhatten lampin in the skyscrapers
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How much can a nigga take before he break fool?
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I tell ya cool, with the New School
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And the tool to examine my unorthodox pattern
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From Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn
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and don't forget Uranus, Neptune and Pluto
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Flow deeper than the lava inside a volcano, bro
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(Never snitch, never dominate
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I'll be wild, smokin drowsy)
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Fuckin up my economics, is it rather ironic
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Sippin gin, juice and tonic
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Like Shawn Kemp with some hemp, s
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Keep It Movin'
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