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Blackalicious

Genres: Hip-Hop

Your Move Lyrics - Blackalicious

You got to groove, freeze, stand still, move 

You got to groove, freeze, stand still, move 

You got to groove, freeze, stand still, move 

You got to groove, freeze, stand still, move 

 

Huffin' and puffin', this track is bumpin' 

Discussion on how we crushin' and snuffin' 

The one's that bluffin', it's nothin' and while they lunchin' 

We bustin' to get you, up in the club 

 

And we keep you wantin' and dubbin' 

Dig it like somethin' you puffin' on 

Fill it up in your stomach to your astonishment, on a mission 

The marvelous, star venous, verbal novelist, killin' 'em softly 

Offin' them, often they in a coffin' we drillin' them, taunt 'em 

 

All in the tournament, in the bottomless pit again 

Pardon me but this art is like the parliament rockets parkin' 

All on yo' gardens and lawns just like potholes, conically stompin' 

Up on a mission of dominance, solid flawless, so obvious 

Callin' y'all to the ball to get off the wall, everybody yes 

 

'Cause you got to groove, freeze, stand still, move 

You got to groove, freeze, stand still, move 

You got to groove, freeze, stand still, move 

You got to groove, freeze, stand still, move 

 

I've been to Africa, Brazil, everywhere across the America's 

Canada, France, Italy, Copenhagen, Australia 

Everywhere, every time, every audience, mass hysteria 

Some rappers make good records but live they are a failiya 

 

Mailin' your area, special delivery carrier 

Tearin' the various barriers, till everyone's everyone 

Whether you're heavy or Libra, or Aries, or Lebanese 

Vegetarian, Ebony, Ivory, seventeen or ninety three 

 

I don't care if you're arrogant or inherit inheritance 

From yo' parent's parent and did didn't share it with ne'er nigga 

Prepare if you dare, to get yo' hands in the air 

It's a rare form, Maryll shake her derriere wit' cha 

 

Bear witness to snare kicks that tear and rip 

Through the blarin' speaker woofers that pummel into the air 

Hit cha, it's there wit' cha, yo' cares lifted, don't stare driftin' 

The air's shiftin' slightly, so come into the lair, get some 

 

Party people, you are now being rocked by the sounds 

Of Chief Xcel and Gift of Gab, Blackalicious 

We're here to take you higher, y'all 

And I want everybody from side, to side in the front and the back 

Everybody in the buildin', make some noise 

 

Jumpin', and movin', and dancin', and sweatin', and shoutin' 

And grindin', and bobbin', and weavin', we takin' you outta yo' mind 

And the science applyin' this, high in the sky in this pilots 

Flyin' this, dilate iris, wireless mics, the fire is bright, retire 

 

I'm sire you're squire and dire straits 

Admirin' higher intelligence, dialect science 

I elect myself Viace Prez, I'll belt 

Rappers that lie to get by 

And get fried and left by their self scientists 

 

Thrive when this guy is lit, try and spit fire with my intent 

I invent sciences, try the best with no side effects 

Buy a vest or be lyin' in rest, tryin' to test 

The eyes in the eyes of the vibrant lion with iron tiger fists 

 

You got to groove, freeze, stand still, move 

You got to groove, freeze, stand still, move 

You got to groove, freeze, stand still, move 

You got to groove, freeze, stand still, move 

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