Move On lyrics

Artist  : Erick Sermon 
Song : Move On



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featuring Redman
Passion

Intro:
(laughing) Yeah coming
to you like yeah you know another one of
those
flavorishis mackadoshis sour cream and
onion type flavor.

Redman:
I rule the
world like Kurtis Blow with my afro blown
I'm
torn out the frame drunk style stagger like Ned
the Wino
For black albino I'm like suicide on
vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to
keep away from my nose
And I'm the, bombest
rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are like
vaginas, wet an MC's when they open
My
identities, blows facilities to ememies please
test these abilities
I'm rugged, I pack a 24
studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger
So
ring thee alarm, when your TV is on, I react
freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform,
bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes
Bones
back, chinky eyed like Japs I blow states off the
map
Just by eye contact

Hook:
Don't
get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on
move on
"Rock, rock on" - Redman
(x4)

Erick Sermon:
Yeah, I shut down
things for the moment, what?
Paying my does
for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin'
to be the shit y'all stop
Gimmicks, hard core
lyrics for an image
I'm stompin' 'em the beast
wompin' 'em
Brain damage is caused, girls drop
they drawers to the ground
I be's the Effect
like Wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like
two black
techs
Somebody stop me I'm
smoking like Mask
Shut your mouth, he's a bad,
uh, like Shaft
The E-Double bring the dopest
material, way out cosmic type
Alcoholic whisky
type funk for your sissys (word up)
Huh, I take
it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf
then get some
cleats
I let one nigga slide
in 93, but this year, he's fuckin'
history

Hook
(X4)

Passion:
Strick nine rules the
mind on the verge of destruction
Blood starts
to boil like a lyrical combustion,
eruption
Insane no pressure no pain, niggas
falling off it's strain to maintain
They be
killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to
me
I got a PHD in funkology
You got your
bachelors and your masters in the field of
dramatics
The lyrical are bringing the static
from the attic, so cock your automatics
I've
had it up to here, you niggas are in
danger
You better stand clear, no hugs no love
and kiss mainstream America
They just ain't
ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit
Niggas
be having fits, the Squad of Def be smacking hits
after hits
And what's goin' on in your mind I
can feel it
Tremors in the body has caused for
the healin'

Hook (x4)

Outro:
You
know what I'm sayin'? Things is hot in the tunnel
out in here you know
what I'm sayin'? Ah, N-Y-C
streets is love, it's hot in the summer,
um,
spring, winter and fall things are just
lovely, sweet & sour sauce. Doin'
this y'all
feel this. I feel you.