[Chorus 4X]
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You, got to groove
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Freeze, stand still, MOVE
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[Verse One]
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Huffin' and puffin', this track is bumpin'
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Discussion on how we crushin' and snuffin'
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The one's that bluffin', it's nothin'
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and while they lunchin', we bustin' to get you, up in the club and
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We keep you wantin' and dubbin'
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Dig it like somethin' you puffin' on
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Fill it up in your stomach to your astonishment, on a mission
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The marvelous, starvenous, verbal novelist, killin' 'em softly
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Offin' them, often they in a coffin'
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We drillin' them, taunt 'em
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All in the tournament, in the bottomless pit again
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Pardon me, but this art is like the parliament rockets parkin' all on yo'
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gardens and +lawns+ just like +potholes+, sonically stompin',
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Up on a mission of dominance, solid flawless, so obvious
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Callin' y'all to the ball to get off the wall, everybody yes, YOU [*echoes*]
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two]
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I've been to Africa, Brazil, everywhere across the Americas
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Canada, France, Italy, Copenhagen, Australia
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Everywhere, every time, every audience, mass hysteria
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Some rappers make good records, but live they are a fail-i-ya
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Mailin' your area, special delivery carrier
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Tearin' the various barriers, 'til everyone's everyone
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Whether you're heavy or Libra, or Aries, or Lebanese
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Vegetarian, Ebony, Ivory, seventeen or ninety-THREE
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I don't care if you're arrogant, or inherit inheritance
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From yo' parent's parent and did-didn't share it with N'ER NIGGA
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Prepare if you dare, to get yo' HANDS IN THE AIR
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It's a rare form, Mary'll shake her derriere witcha
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BEAR witness to SNARE kicks that TEAR and rip
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Through the blarin' speaker woofers that pummel into the AIR [and] hit cha
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It's there witcha, yo' cares lifted, don't stare driftin'
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The airs shiftin' slightly, so come into the lair, get SUM
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"Party people, you are now being rocked by the sounds,
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of Chief Xcel and Gift of Gab, Blackalicious
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We're here to take you higher, y'all!
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And I want everybody from side, to side
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in the front, and the back
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Everybody in the BUIL-ding, MAKE SOME NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOISE" (*crown cheers*)
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[Verse Three - through speakerphone then normal]
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Jumpin', and movin', and dancin', and sweatin', and shoutin', and grindin'
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And bobbin', and weavin', we takin' you outta yo' mind
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and the science applyin' this, high in the sky in this pio-lots
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Flyin' this, dia-late ir-is, wireless mics, the fire is bright, retire, I'm sire
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You're squire and dire straits, admirin' higher intelligence, dialect science (*exhales*)
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I elect mya-self Via-ce Prez, I'll belt
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Rappers that lie to get by and get fried and left by their self scientists
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Thrive when this guy is lit, try and spit fire with my intent
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I in-vent sciences, try the best with no side effects
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Buy a vest or be lyin' in rest, tryin' to test
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The eyes in the eyes of the vi-brant lion with iron tiger fists
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[Chorus and guitar riff]
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Your Move
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| Blackalicious |
