Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep It Movin', artist - Busta Rhymes.
Date of issue: 26.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Keep It Movin' |
Aiyo, where my niggas at? |
Fuck, my niggas is at? |
Where my Leaders Of The New School niggas is at? |
Yo, aiyo C Brown, C Brown where the fuck you at, dun? |
Aiyo Milo, Milo and the dance, where the fuck you at, nigga? |
Aiyo aiyo Dinco, where you at, son? |
Where the fuck my Leaders niggas is at, man? |
Fuck man, I’m ready to grab my niggas |
Them niggas need to go to blow or sometin |
Keep it movin', keep it movin'(Runnin faster than the speed of a bullet) |
Keep it movin', keep it movin’along, keep it movin’along |
(Has more rhymes than any other DJ that has craps) |
Keep it movin', keep it movin'(Able to leap sucker MC’s in a single bound) |
Keep it movin', keep it movin'(Look at the jam of the mic) |
Keep it movin’along, keep it movin’along (It's the L-the O-the N-the S) |
Verse 1: Dinco, Milo |
Three in this to grass it up like me Besides TNT, see an N and BG |
My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G |
I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D |
Chaos has arisen interteller space souls (SOULS!) |
Cellular, good ridance, like keypads wit ol’bass |
Third planet states while the rest of the world waits (WAITS!) |
Joy to the world, meaning hell, snow and earthquakes |
Participates, modulates |
If comets were round plates, bitten names gates |
For only those that ??? |
relates, case after case (CASE!) |
Dinco’s on the next space |
Movin strategically in the Solar System’s waste (RAHHH!) |
Size 25, the lymph still be in place (HAHHH!) |
Stretch and extending, for flexin is impending |
It’s not mind-bending or *?refriending?* to keep remembering (HMMM!) |
Cos everybody’s people gonna die, or believe (WOO-HOO!) |
we dispense necessity, to shout and receive |
KEEP IT MOVIN’ALONG |
People in the party, are you really feelin? |
We ain’t seein eye-to-eye so you ain’t really seein (SEE!) |
I be hippin all type of niggas, sayin fuck that nigga Blow |
When they see me in the party, they better act like they know |
YO, we connectin dots that makes spots hot |
Uhh, to the beat’cha (Y'ALL!), ah ya don’t stop (STOP!) |
Notice, how many groups can formulate then lose focus |
With a lot of hocus pocus, concepts that sound bogus |
I’m seein the world and all its different kind of poses (WOO!) |
Crush you like roaches, that’s keepin the crowd movin (HAA!) |
Mr and the dancers, who said Culture consumin? |
Never face, he ??? |
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and stren>h Cos I can terminate, like a dirty hypodermic needle |
My vision’s clearer than the sights on an eagle |
Stop them bustin high, bring the head back to my table |
Don’t front, circle circle, dot dot, you catch your speed, not |
Feel that, cos this type of vibe sounds done |
(Far from the…, to the doe-run-run-run to the doe-run-run) |
(YES!) Yes to the beat-boys and your ass accepted |
Exclusive, L-O-N-S bringin the ruckus, wild aggressive |
Keep it movin’along, keep it movin’along |
Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' |
Keep it movin’along, keep it movin’along |
Verse 2: Charlie Brown, Busta Rhymes |
Now don’t get me wrong, CHILL!!! |
Let me out, no question, no doubt |
??? |
god is a drought |
I’ve come to wet the party like a tropical depression |
??? |
mixed with scherm for this musical session |
(STOP!) stressin, testin, second-guessin, who’s 'fessin? |
Life is a lesson in disguise like a blessin |
Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens |
The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*) |
Cos I’m like a ??? |
hands therapeutic |
Measurements, square, feet, and cubic |
We’re all makin pennies off a record, so who needs the paper? |
(WHO?) |
The man in Manhatten lampin in the skyscrapers |
How much can a nigga take before he break fool? |
I tell ya cool, with the New School |
And the tool to examine my unorthodox pattern |
>From Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn |
and don’t forget Uranus, Neptune and Pluto |
Flow deeper than the lava inside a volcano, bro |
(Never snitch, never dominate |
I’ll be wild, smokin drowsy) |
Fuckin up my economics, is it rather ironic |
Sippin gin, juice and tonic |
Like Shawn Kemp with some hemp, super sound and sonic |
Baby, above your head, below your feet and it still wimp |
C-Boogie Brown, my shit is brilliant |
Yah yah, yah (AHH!) |
My shit be so ginamic |
and I’ma take 4 steps and cross the whole Titanic |
Better believe I (KEEP!) movin (OVER!) people ??? |
You know my crew funk, bringin in full flaga' |
Bringin it back like I’m fresh out the box, pair of broke ass 69ers |
(IS THERE NUTTIN NEW?) All in the house so open up your blinders |
Yo, I be the Moses takin poses |
When the wine flows so beautiful like a large bouquet of roses |
Keep it movin’along, keep it movin’along |
Keep it movin', keep it movin' |
Verse 3: Busta Rhymes |
Keep it movin now |
No need to try to stop it, we gon’wreck shit anyhow |
Your, limitations is somethin I never will allow |
When we bake the cake, I be that nigga that brings the icing |
Disregard your whole identity and revoke your driver’s licence |
You know I blast in your ass real fast |
Got your bladder burning, desperate for a bathroom pass |
My ??? |
like a Busta Rhymes statue made of grass |
C’mon, hypnotise some ass, shit so hot, better jump in the water, nigga |
(SPLASH!) |
Breakin fools at parties like a ruckus sound class |
Make a philly down the back and mix the weed with more hash |
I will wash away your pain like Draino |
Erupting like the angriest volcano, or the wickedest whirlwind and tornado |
We stay up in the streets, cruisin, me and my whole crew, gotta… |
Keep it movin’along |
Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' |
Keep it movin’along, keep it movin’along |
Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' |
Keep it movin’along, keep it movin’along |
Keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin', keep it movin' |
Keep it movin’along, keep it movin’along |
Keep it movin' |
Outro: |
This one goes out |
to the three brothers that I love the most, in memory of this song |
My man Ratto, my man Big Joe, my nigga Love |
Them niggas rest, most comfortable |
Peace, L-O-N-S, forever |