Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Move With Me, artist - Propaganda. Album song Out Of Knowhere, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Record label: Capitol Christian
Song language: English
Move With Me |
| Can I get you to move with me? |
| Ever since, do y’all crew hate me? |
| People wondering who is he |
| Well I’m the man Propagan with the mic in my hand |
| Can I get you to raise your hand? |
| Tunnel Rats trail blaze in your land |
| I praise God, never praise no man |
| It’s who I am, Propagan with the mic in my hand |
| Keep it real, if you feel throw your fist in the air |
| Been a long time coming in a difficult year |
| If you through shedding tears, then it’s time to get live |
| Celebrate, motivate, boy light up the sky |
| This is for them cats who wage war on the daily |
| Making ends meet, all alone raise a baby |
| Check the level on the treble, can you hear me out there? |
| Shake the spot, make it hot, boy you better beware |
| With a thunderous clap, I touch down on your record shop |
| Wreckin' shop 'til you recognize |
| Too complex for eyes, who’d expect that I |
| Raise the bar so far high it surprise me |
| Manage to maintain it, perfect I never claim it |
| Dug deep for the confidence to move a continent |
| The voice of the oppressed now pressed on vinyl |
| Here’s your chance, do your dance, it’s about to get wild! |
| Can I get you to move with me? |
| Ever since, do y’all crew hate me? |
| People wondering who is he |
| Well I’m the man Propagan with the mic in my hand |
| Can I get you to raise your hand? |
| Tunnel Rats trail blaze in your land |
| I praise God, never praise no man |
| It’s who I am, Propagan with the mic in my hand |
| Ever so right thinking, vision ain’t never been so clearly |
| Y’all tryna move a crowd, I’m tryna move a hemisphere |
| Every city, every town, nation and club |
| Bob your head, while you at it, everybody throw a dub |
| While competition focus on musical percose |
| We first to go vertical, tapping a satellite |
| Control a tide of thoughts, I put my mic into the moon |
| Cypher with stars at high noon |
| We gain respect, y’all gon' regret |
| Testing the unmatched kings of the mic check |
| Cross the universe, this verse the first it’ll touch |
| Brain matter, my main data is funny in clutch time |
| And we ain’t got much time, that’s why when I bust rhymes |
| Make sure my metaphors’ll help you when you in crunch time |
| I fight on the front line, that’s me, that’s my calling |
| Loving the intensity and the yes y’all-ing |
| Can I get you to move with me? |
| Ever since, do y’all crew hate me? |
| People wondering who is he |
| Well I’m the man Propagan with the mic in my hand |
| Can I get you to raise your hand? |
| Tunnel Rats trail blaze in your land |
| I praise God, never praise no man |
| It’s who I am, Propagan with the mic in my hand |
| Keep your eye on the clouds man I’m coming on lightening |
| Little frightening when I’m writing how I use the future |
| School ya, pressure applied to backbone |
| Opposite pleasure curvature |
| Microphone measure, state you and take you in |
| A place of peace provided by the king of kings |
| Escape the mundane grind of every day |
| Get lost, leave it at the cross, get tossed |
| Moving to the rhythm, finna flex a rhyme or two |
| Right on time for you to smile as your pain go away |
| Now safe to say Tunnel Rats here to stay |
| We don’t play day to day, watch your fame fade away |
| And love coming each and every which of way |
| Embrace what I say to display Yahweh |
| All of mine reach a star online |
| Keepin' y’all in line for your light to shine |
| Can I get you to move with me? |
| Ever since, do y’all crew hate me? |
| People wondering who is he |
| Well I’m the man Propagan with the mic in my hand |
| Can I get you to raise your hand? |
| Tunnel Rats trail blaze in your land |
| I praise God, never praise no man |
| It’s who I am, Propagan with the mic in my hand |