Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Move, artist - Blackalicious.
Date of issue: 20.02.2006
Song language: English
Your Move |
You, got to groove… |
Freeze, stand still, MOVE |
Huffin' and puffin', the track is bumpin discussions |
On how we crushin' and snuffin' |
The one’s that bluffin', it’s nothin' |
And while they lunchin', we bustin' |
To get you, up in the club and |
We keep you wantin' and dubbin' |
Dig it like somethin' you puffin' on |
Fill it up in your stomach to your astonishment, on a mission |
The marvelous, starvenous, verbal novelist, killin' 'em softly |
Offin them, often they in a coffin, we drillin' them, taunt 'em |
All in the tournament, in the bottomless pit again |
Pardon me, but this art is like the parliament rockets parkin |
All on yo' gardens and lawns just like potholes, sonically stompin' |
Up on a mission of dominance, solid flawless, so obvious |
Callin' y’all to the ball to get off the wall, everybody yes |
YOU |
You, got to groove… |
Freeze, stand still, MOVE |
I’ve been to Africa, Brazil, everywhere across the Americas |
Canada, France, Italy, Copenhagen, Australia |
Everywhere, every time, every audience, mass hysteria |
Some rappers make good records, but live they are a failure |
Mailin' your area, special delivery carrier |
Tearin' the various barriers, 'til everyone’s everyone |
Whether you’re heavy or Libra, or Aries, or Lebanese |
Vegetarian, Ebony, Ivory, seventeen or ninety-THREE |
I don’t care if you’re arrogant, or inherit inheritance |
From yo' parents' parents and then didn’t share it with N’ER NIGGA |
Prepare if you dare, to get yo' HANDS IN THE AIR |
It’s rare form, Mary’ll shake her derriere witcha |
BEAR witness to SNARE kicks that’ll TEAR rip through |
The blarin' speaker woofers that pummel into the AIR hit cha |
It’s there witcha, yo' cares lifted, don’t stare driftin' |
The airs shiftin' slightly, so come into the lair, get some |
«Party people, you are now being rocked by the sounds |
Of Chief Xcel and the Gift of Gab, Blackalicious |
We’re here to take you higher, y’all! |
And I want everybody from side, to side |
In the front and the back |
Everybody in the building |
MAKE SOME NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOISE» (*crowd cheers*) |
Jumpin' and movin' |
And dancin' and sweatin' |
And shoutin' and grindin' |
And bobbin' and weavin' |
We takin' you outta yo' mind |
And the science applyin' this, high in the sky in this pilots |
Flyin' this, dilate iris, wireless mics |
The fire is bright, retire, I’m sire, you’re squire |
And dire straits, admirin' higher intelligence, dialect science (*exhales*) |
I elect my-self Vice Prez, I’ll belt |
Rappers that lie to get by and get fried |
And left by their self scientists |
Thrive when this guy is lit, try and spit fire |
With my intent I in-vent sciences, try the best with no side effects |
Buy a vest or be lyin' in rest, tryin' to test |
The eye in the eyes of the vi-brant lion |
With iron tiger fists |
You, got to groove… |
Freeze, stand still, MOVE |