The Perceptionists - Let's Move lyrics

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Yo

Yo

Let me see some heads noddin'

Fists pumpin', feet stompin'

Ass shakin', necks breakin'

Earth quakin', LET'S MOVE!

Fuck a battle we got nothin' to prove

LET'S MOVE!

(Fax one) supply the people with the groove

LET'S MOVE!

Hard tracks remind me of blacks with scarred backs

These are facts

Drownin' in the swamp like (are tax)

Bossin' the Fear Facts

Chill, watch Miramax

Flix and I start to get sick

Hail drop

Came thirty nine like the hail bop

Four teachers one male cop

Then the atmosphere'll get real hot

My flow is like torrential down pours making steel rot

We pros whose credentials drown yours on the real blocks

It's not coincidental that we toss the real spots

A pill goddamnit, never take it for granted

Write a memo and hand it to your receptionists

The game's about to change, here come the Perceptionists

I'm a genie, the next time you see me it's Ouiji

It's easy, I'm foldin' this dimension (in breeze it)

Event horizon miles been (indictin'), M. Tyson, M. Bison, the components for

Two black overtures

Of the year

Yeah-hear the masters of the hemisphere

Universe

Pumpin' knowledge through the verse

Intensity

Addrenaline, hip hop's propellin through my melanin

Gentlemen, behold!

Live on David Letterman

The soul's on the brother's whole song,

You want to hear another verse?

Everybody cool, holla

Let me see some heads noddin'

Fists pumpin', feet stompin'

Ass shakin', necks breakin'

Earth quakin', LET'S MOVE!

Fuck a battle we got nothin' to prove

LET'S MOVE!

Perceptionists provide the people with the groove

LET'S MOVE!

We want to show you what oppression is

So we'll speak in jail sentences

Three to five; Twenty five to life

Megatrife, use a mega-knife to slice through the afterlife,

So spill, so I'll, so chill, so will

Take you on a rhyme adventure, mind dementia, time to venture

Time to enter with the prime inventors of a solid center

The continental champions are stompin' and you're campin' them

And we positively lampin' in your spot

You're booted!

Raise the perceptionist flag

Twenty one guns saluted

Everyone's lungs polluted

Women and young included

Computers are ones recruited

Look how the hung manuever

Strange fruit used to swing from the southern trees

Now there's only leaves and those who laid the path above the knees

Discoveries in the brother's freeze

Others beggin' please for some empathy

Enemy, there's no remedy!

Cookin' up that hot shit, but not sharing the recipe