Talib Kweli & Hi Tek - Move Something lyrics
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[Talib Kweli] C'mon c'mon ya ya ya ya ya Get 'em up, get 'em up what Get 'em up, get 'em up what Get 'em up, get 'em up what Yo, yo, yo What's with the melodrama? 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 Inter-Conta-Nental Takin you high like sky divers When we spark with live wires Original, cavemen quest for my fire Express my desire to drop this new shit These record executives keep tellin me y'all stupid Now if they right, Shut The Fuck Up! Revolutionaries throw your guns up Whether you a ??? broad who actin' stuck up Or some ignorant cut mutha fucker shootin the club up We gonna make ya'll feel this Break your spirit if you think that realness word We bringin it bringin it from the new millenuim to way after that I call these cats Renolds cuz they plastic wrap [Chorus] Kill all the yappin lets make it happen You cats ain't real, you just a re-enactment Better yet, dramatization Soon as the director say action you start fakin I start breakin The whole joint start shakin This ain't the time or place for you to prove something Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'! [woman's voice and Talib Kweli] Move Somethin' (move somthin) Move Somethin' (move somthin) Move Somethin' (move somthin) Move Somethin' (move somthin) [Talib Kweli] (Alright bring it back to the top) To be continued... Lets see what's next up on the menu run up in you Lyrics that be fuckin with you In the mental Pick any mental Instra, funda, dentra Extra Extra large like the borough of brooklyn the residential ?extra-stencial? this specialist Like sly stone wit my poem and fly song Ride along capture live and die strong word We gonna rock till nothing else matters You catch bodies, we catch exelent cadavers Your next of kin an' shatter stories splattered in the tabloids Erase your trace like your cotton mouth and we pepperment 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 clearity [Chorus] Kill all the yappin lets make it happen You cats ain't real, you just a re-enactment Better yet, dramatization Soon as the director say action you start fakin I start breakin The whole joint start shakin This ain't the time or place for you to prove something Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'! [woman's voice and Talib Kweli] Move Somethin' (move somthin) Move Somethin' (move somthin) Move Somethin' (move somthin) Move Somethin' (move somthin)
