| Move it, we wanna bust your radio
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| Move it, double a shot like stereo
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| Move it, we move the train to carry y’all
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| Ho no no
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| Move it, one time let’s give it all a go
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| Move it, push it on up and let it blow
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| Move it, might be the end but you don’t know
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| Ho no no
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| Life is on top of all
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| And it’s my favorite
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| I might fly with it
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| I might drown in it
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| I might look aside of it
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| But I can’t ignore it
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| Don’t be the ignorant
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| Who turns his back on it
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| And now we are in a race
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| And now u show your face
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| If u can’t find your place
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| Then we can show u how to send u to outer space
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| To fly on your own
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| We move the train to carry y’all
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| So u can skip the barrier
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| And move it to your area
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| So we can bust your radio
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| And speak out through your speakers
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| And scream out to the sleepers
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| They freak out when they hear us
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| We make beats like gorillas
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| In this giant concrete jungle
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| The digital monkeys on a move
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| Talking straight, we never mumble
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| Making sure your dancing feet will move
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| Blue Eyed Black Boy |