Move Something Lyrics

Move Something lyrics

[Talib Kweli]



 C'mon c'mon ya ya ya ya ya



 Get 'em up, get 'em up what



 Get 'em up, get 'em up what



 Get 'em up, get 'em up what



 Yo, yo, yo



 What's with the melodrama?



 Fella's wanna hover in my cypher like a helicopter



 Like it's a special honor



 The stealth bomba, gem droppa



 Make the ghetto holla



 Inter-Conta-Nental



 Takin you high like sky divers



 When we spark with live wires



 Original, cavemen quest for my fire



 Express my desire to drop this new shit



 These record executives keep tellin me y'all stupid



 Now if they right, Shut The Fuck Up!



 Revolutionaries throw your guns up



 Whether you a ??? broad who actin' stuck up



 Or some ignorant cut mutha fucker shootin the club up



 We gonna make ya'll feel this



 Break your spirit if you think that realness word



 We bringin it bringin it from the new millenuim to way after that



 I call these cats Renolds cuz they plastic wrap



 



 [Chorus]



 Kill all the yappin lets make it happen



 You cats ain't real, you just a re-enactment



 Better yet, dramatization



 Soon as the director say action you start fakin



 I start breakin



 The whole joint start shakin



 This ain't the time or place for you to prove something



 Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'!



 



 [woman's voice and Talib Kweli]



 Move Somethin' (move somthin)



 Move Somethin' (move somthin)



 Move Somethin' (move somthin)



 Move Somethin' (move somthin)



 



 [Talib Kweli]



 (Alright bring it back to the top)



 To be continued...



 Lets see what's next up on the menu run up in you



 Lyrics that be fuckin with you



 In the mental



 Pick any mental



 Instra, funda, dentra



 Extra Extra large like the borough of brooklyn the residential



 ?extra-stencial? this specialist



 Like sly stone wit my poem and fly song



 Ride along capture live and die strong word



 We gonna rock till nothing else matters



 You catch bodies, we catch exelent cadavers



 Your next of kin an' shatter stories splattered in the tabloids



 Erase your trace like your cotton mouth and we pepperment altoids



 Step in the high reppin the spot called flatbush



 Whether rappers or actors you still feel the gat bust



 The abstract then becomes the reality



 Alcoholics like to call it the moment of clearity



 



 [Chorus]



 Kill all the yappin lets make it happen



 You cats ain't real, you just a re-enactment



 Better yet, dramatization



 Soon as the director say action you start fakin



 I start breakin



 The whole joint start shakin



 This ain't the time or place for you to prove something



 Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'!



 



 [woman's voice and Talib Kweli]



 Move Somethin' (move somthin)



 Move Somethin' (move somthin)



 Move Somethin' (move somthin)



 Move Somethin' (move somthin)