| C’mon c’mon ya ya ya ya ya Get 'em up, get 'em up what
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| Get 'em up, get 'em up what
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| Get 'em up, get 'em up what
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| Yo, yo, yo What’s with the melodrama?
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| Fella’s wanna hover in my cypher like a helicopter
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| Like it’s a special honor
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| The stealth bomba, gem droppa
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| Make the ghetto holla, Inter-Conta-Nental
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| Takin you high like sky divers
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| When we spark with live wires
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| Original, cavemen quest for my fire
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| Express my desire to drop this new shit
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| These record executives keep tellin me y’all stupid
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| Now if they right, Shut The Fuck Up!
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| Revolutionaries throw your guns up Whether you a bourgeois broad who actin stuck up Or some ignorant thug motherfucker shootin the club up We gonna make y’all feel this, break y’all spirit
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| If y’all fake that realness, word we bringin it Ringin it in from the new millenuim to way after that
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| I call these cats Reynolds cuz they plastic wrap
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| Kill all the yappin lets make it happen
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| You cats ain’t real, you just a re-enactment
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| Better yet, dramatization
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| Soon as the director say action you start fakin
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| I start breakin
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| The whole joint start shakin
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| This ain’t the time or place for you to prove something
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| Cut the stargazin’yo, move somethin'!
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| Move Somethin'(move somthin)
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| Move Somethin'(move somthin)
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| Move Somethin'(move somthin)
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| Move Somethin'(move somthin)
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| (Word. alright bring it back to the top)
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| To be continued…
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| Lets see what’s next up on the menu run up in you
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| Lyrics that be fuckin with you
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| In the mental, pick any mental — instru, funda, detri
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| Extra Extra large like the borough of brooklyn the residential
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| Exi-stential-ist specialist
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| Like Sly Stone wit my poem and fly song
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| Ride along with cats who live great and die strong, word
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| We gonna rock till nothin else matters
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| Y’all catch bodies, we catch excellent cadavers
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| Your next of kin an’shatter stories splattered in the tabloids
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| Erase your trace like your cotton mouth and we pepperment altoids
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| Step in the high reppin the spot called flatbush
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| Whether rappers or actors you still feel the gat bust
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| The abstract then becomes the reality
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| Alcoholics like to call it the moment of clarity
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| Kill all the yappin lets make it happen
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| You cats ain’t real, you just a re-enactment
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| Better yet, dramatization
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| Soon as the director say action you start fakin
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| I start breakin
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| The whole joint start shakin
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| This ain’t the time or place for you to prove something
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| Cut the stargazin’yo, move somethin'!
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| Move Somethin'(move somthin)
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| Move Somethin'(move somthin)
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| Move Somethin'(move somthin)
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| Move Somethin'(move somthin) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Move Somethin', artist - Reflection Eternal. Album song Train Of Thought, in the genre Поп