| Aiyo, where my niggas at?
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| Fuck, my niggas is at?
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| Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at?
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| Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun?
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| Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga?
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| Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you at, son?
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| Where the fuck my Leaders niggas is at, man?
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| Fuck man, I’m ready to grab my niggas
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| Them niggas need to go to blow or sometin
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| Keep it movin', keep it movin'(Runnin faster than the speed of a bullet)
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| Keep it movin', keep it movin’along, keep it movin’along
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| (Has more rhymes than any other DJ that has craps)
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| Keep it movin', keep it movin'(Able to leap sucker MC’s in a single bound)
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| Keep it movin', keep it movin'(Look at the jam of the mic)
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| Keep it movin’along, keep it movin’along (It's the L-the O-the N-the S)
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| Verse 1: Dinco, Milo
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| Three in this to grass it up like me Besides TNT, see an N and BG
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| My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G
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| I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D
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| Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!)
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| Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol’bass
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| Third planet states while the rest of the world waits (WAITS!)
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| Joy to the world, meaning hell, snow and earthquakes
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| Participates, modulates
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| If comets were round plates, bitten names gates
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| For only those that ??? |
| relates, case after case (CASE!)
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| Dinco’s on the next space
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| Movin strategically in the Solar System’s waste (RAHHH!)
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| Size 25, the lymph still be in place (HAHHH!)
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| Stretch and extending, for flexin is impending
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| It’s not mind-bending or *?refriending?* to keep remembering (HMMM!)
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| Cos everybody’s people gonna die, or believe (WOO-HOO!)
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| we dispense necessity, to shout and receive
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| KEEP IT MOVIN’ALONG
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| People in the party, are you really feelin?
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| We ain’t seein eye-to-eye so you ain’t really seein (SEE!)
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| I be hippin all type of niggas, sayin fuck that nigga Blow
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| When they see me in the party, they better act like they know
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| YO, we connectin dots that makes spots hot
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| Uhh, to the beat’cha (Y'ALL!), ah ya don’t stop (STOP!)
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| Notice, how many groups can formulate then lose focus
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| With a lot of hocus pocus, concepts that sound bogus
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| I’m seein the world and all its different kind of poses (WOO!)
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| Crush you like roaches, that’s keepin the crowd movin (HAA!)
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| Mr and the dancers, who said Culture consumin?
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| Never face, he ??? |
| ??? |
| and stren>h Cos I can terminate, like a dirty hypodermic needle
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| My vision’s clearer than the sights on an eagle
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| Stop them bustin high, bring the head back to my table
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| Don’t front, circle circle, dot dot, you catch your speed, not
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| Feel that, cos this type of vibe sounds done
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| (Far from the…, to the doe-run-run-run to the doe-run-run)
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| (YES!) Yes to the beat-boys and your ass accepted
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| Exclusive, L-O-N-S bringin the ruckus, wild aggressive
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| Keep it movin’along, keep it movin’along
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| Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
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| Keep it movin’along, keep it movin’along
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| Verse 2: Charlie Brown, Busta Rhymes
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| Now don’t get me wrong, CHILL!!!
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| Let me out, no question, no doubt
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| ??? |
| god is a drought
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| I’ve come to wet the party like a tropical depression
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| ??? |
| mixed with scherm for this musical session
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| (STOP!) stressin, testin, second-guessin, who’s 'fessin?
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| Life is a lesson in disguise like a blessin
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| Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens
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| The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*)
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| Cos I’m like a ??? |
| hands therapeutic
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| Measurements, square, feet, and cubic
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| We’re all makin pennies off a record, so who needs the paper? |
| (WHO?)
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| The man in Manhatten lampin in the skyscrapers
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| How much can a nigga take before he break fool?
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| I tell ya cool, with the New School
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| And the tool to examine my unorthodox pattern
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| >From Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn
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| and don’t forget Uranus, Neptune and Pluto
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| Flow deeper than the lava inside a volcano, bro
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| (Never snitch, never dominate
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| I’ll be wild, smokin drowsy)
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| Fuckin up my economics, is it rather ironic
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| Sippin gin, juice and tonic
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| Like Shawn Kemp with some hemp, super sound and sonic
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| Baby, above your head, below your feet and it still wimp
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| C-Boogie Brown, my shit is brilliant |
| Yah yah, yah (AHH!)
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| My shit be so ginamic
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| and I’ma take 4 steps and cross the whole Titanic
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| Better believe I (KEEP!) movin (OVER!) people ???
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| You know my crew funk, bringin in full flaga'
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| Bringin it back like I’m fresh out the box, pair of broke ass 69ers
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| (IS THERE NUTTIN NEW?) All in the house so open up your blinders
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| Yo, I be the Moses takin poses
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| When the wine flows so beautiful like a large bouquet of roses
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| Keep it movin’along, keep it movin’along
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| Keep it movin', keep it movin'
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| Verse 3: Busta Rhymes
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| Keep it movin now
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| No need to try to stop it, we gon’wreck shit anyhow
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| Your, limitations is somethin I never will allow
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| When we bake the cake, I be that nigga that brings the icing
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| Disregard your whole identity and revoke your driver’s licence
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| You know I blast in your ass real fast
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| Got your bladder burning, desperate for a bathroom pass
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| My ??? |
| like a Busta Rhymes statue made of grass
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| C’mon, hypnotise some ass, shit so hot, better jump in the water, nigga
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| (SPLASH!)
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| Breakin fools at parties like a ruckus sound class
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| Make a philly down the back and mix the weed with more hash
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| I will wash away your pain like Draino
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| Erupting like the angriest volcano, or the wickedest whirlwind and tornado
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| We stay up in the streets, cruisin, me and my whole crew, gotta…
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| Keep it movin’along
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| Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
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| Keep it movin’along, keep it movin’along
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| Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
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| Keep it movin’along, keep it movin’along
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| Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin'
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| Keep it movin’along, keep it movin’along
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| Keep it movin'
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| Outro:
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| This one goes out
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| to the three brothers that I love the most, in memory of this song
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| My man Ratto, my man Big Joe, my nigga Love
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| Them niggas rest, most comfortable
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| Peace, L-O-N-S, forever |