| Bouncin', mystic, realistic
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| And simplistic, spirits visit
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| How we live it, it’s intrinsic
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| Kismet kissed it, it’s smeared like lipstick
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| Colorful on our souls
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| A mouth full of gold or a drummer’s roll
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| Stories get told about us
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| That’s why things so blah without us
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| Wherever we are you can feel the prowess
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| Whenever we move, yo, we turn the style up
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| I’ma just give Black power its flowers
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| Whether in the projects or the palace
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| Even when the pale horse tried to gallop
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| And stir, stir it up, we kept the balance
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| We move in silence, we move the loudest
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| Ancestors in my dreams, they move the wildest
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| They prayed about us, praised and shouted
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| Picture this country bein' brave without us
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| A slave’s nostalgia move through the woods with vigor
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| When we got free, the world moved with us
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| Now they wanna change their bodies, go figure
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| Used to call us, now they wanna be niggas
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| We the rivers that move through the jungle, yo
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| When we move, we make the world wonderful
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| When we move
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| The whole world follows in our path
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| When we move
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| The whole world follows in our path
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| And who can move like this?
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| Let me see what I can do right quick
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| My people were made in whose likeness?
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| Boy, fly niggas ain’t never flew like this
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| Pitch black butterfly from the other side
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| Somebody’s style was lost, it wasn’t mine
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| I’m in a small demographic
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| Of real ones dealin' with all things classic
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| King’s fabric, linen and silk
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| From the home of the solid gold honey and milk
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| The ones who built it from the mud, soil and sand
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| A Black man, the world in the skin of his hand
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| when I shine beyond stellar
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| Fella, Kwamé and, Mandela
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| Lead a truth-teller, the inkwell dweller
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| My pen signs a New York Times best-seller
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| When I move, y’all move in my wake
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| B-D energy I generate
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| How to never move weak, I demonstrate
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| Celebratin' my peeps when I innovate
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| For my dons and divas weighin' odds and evens
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| To the non-believers, vagabonds and heathens
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| Achievers, we ain’t satisfied with dreamin'
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| Long as I’m still breathin', watch how I move
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| When we move
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| The whole world follows in our path
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| When we move
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| The whole world follows in our path
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| When we move (Move)
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| The whole world follows in our path
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| When we move (Move)
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| The whole world follows in our path
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| Would they feel the pain like we do?
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| Would they hear a cry like we do?
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| No one cares, no one cares
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| But when we move (Move)
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| The whole world follows in our path
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| When we move (Move)
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| The whole world follows in our path
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| But when we move (Move)
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| The whole world follows in our path
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| When we move (Move)
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| The whole world follows in our path |