Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Move!, artist - Public Enemy. Date of issue: 30.09.1991
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Move! |
| Signed, sealed, delivered it’s yours |
| I pour it on the breaks, till it break laws |
| Givin' the gabbin', so the brothers be havin' it |
| Or else the five fingers of dope’ll be grabbin' it |
| Wit' no complaints, givin' uppin' I ain’t |
| On the mike, like Karl Malone in the paint |
| Why rip a rapper, when he flow like water |
| I rather rush a television reporter |
| The frauds that tried to front |
| Watch ya back, stop pullin' those little stunts |
| Assault and battery, cause I snatched the battery |
| Off his back, the TV pack |
| Why pop the rhyme on a rhymer when I kick it |
| I’d rather spend my time, spittin' on a bigot |
| Who pumped the pimp that fed the fiends |
| He got jumped by the brothers in Fort Green |
| They slapped the mack, that kept us back |
| Sucker suckin' the hood like drack |
| So if ya draggin' us down with the wack attitude |
| Get up, lookout, get out the way |
| Move! |
| Signed, sealed, definition of a set-up |
| Pourin' it on and won’t let up |
| Cause f-a-l-l-i-n, never applied |
| To this brother that tried |
| To let ya know, the folk of the American joke |
| That kept us broke |
| Now I’m ready to rap, strong fax I swing |
| Like Bo Jax, I’m never calm on a bomb track |
| 60 percent three-fifths, constituted |
| Huh prostituted |
| Why I’m mad, cause it’s written on the paper, right now |
| The mother fuckers bow |
| I kicked the lyric about the tricks of the trade |
| And the money made |
| Who got the money betcha bottom, dollar bill gonna find |
| Some rich old bloodline |
| But the blood is in the mud |
| Take the whack an attack it like a scud |
| To the patriotic hater that got paid off my people |
| I’m rude |
| Lookout, get out the way |
| Move! |
| Signed, and what I’m gettin' is mine |
| I bring the noise to town, so let’s get down |
| I cranked the beats, tearin' up the streets and the park |
| And it ain’t Mozart |
| Jack movin' out, cause the black movin' in, and its old |
| I said it in Who Stole The Soul? |
| But 92 brings an attitude, that say I don’t give a DAMN! |
| About the old way |
| This is a new day |
| Tell Jack stay in the back |
| And all the other suckers that don’t matter |
| You got somethin' to prove, scatter |
| Get out the way |
| Move! |