Move! Lyrics - Apocalypse 91...the Enemy Strikes Black - Public Enemy

Signed, sealed, delivered I be 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 lil' 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 rather spend my time, spittin' on a bigot 

Who pumped the pimp 

That fed the fiends 

He got jumped by the brothers in Ft. Green 

They slapped the mack 

That kept us back 

Sucker suckin' the hood like drack 

So if ya draggin' us down 

Wit' the wack attitude 

Get up, lookout, get out the way 

Move! Move! 

Get out the way 

Move! Move! 

One, two, three, four 

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 you 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 

Muther fucker bow 

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 ol' bloodline 

But the blood is in the mud 

Take the whack an attack it 

Like a skud 

To the patriotic hater 

That got paid off my people 

I'm rude 

Lookout, get out the way 

Move! Move! 

Get out the way 

Move! Move! 

Now we gonna count the time again 

Ya baby c'mon count it down 

One, two, three 

Come on four 

Terminator 

Now now now now now 

Signed 

An what I'm gettin' is mine 

I bring the noise 

To town 

So let's get down 

I cranked the beats 

Tearin' up the street 

And the park 

An it ain't Mozart 

Jack movin' out 

'Cause the black movin' in 

And it's old 

I said it in 

Who stole the soul? 

But 92 bring 

An attitude 

That say I don't give a 

Dame 

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! 

That's right, get out the way 

Move! Move! 

Get out the way, come on 

Move! 

One more time we gonna count it down 

One, yo baby two 

Help me out come on three 

That's how we are gonna break it down come on four 

Break down, come on 

Now now now now now now now now now