Move

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Hi, I'm a sucker MC Well then move 'Cause Charizma comes off slammin' This ain't a game like backgammon There is no echoes in my flow, you know, bro, I come swift Shootin' the gift, funky like a porno flick My own brothers: to your own seat this world is born Because lyrics go smooth just like a jazz horn When I get ill with the quickness Some said, "What is this?" My skinny brother shootin' the gift like Christmas While I flow slow, but disco MCs got hurt Tryin' to swing, but how to help is like a mini-skirt In a brain of a madman with a mic full of ammo Lightin' black like a piano So I raise my hand for power, though I'm still half of Uncle Sam But my dominant half is African So pop-it-to-the-pop-it-to-the-fist-fist Oh, what a belief it is! You caught the vapors, so play biz Word [?] is that I'm in the rap game, headed for fame 'Cause lyrics [?] than a Great Dane Call me the massacre, that attacks the whole wack-raps That got us lost like blackjack From 1-10, yo G, I don't rate myself But give a 10 and snap an MC like a belt See, Chris Cut will put you down with the chain gang [?] like yo, "Put the cocaine" 1-2-3, I'll get swift with this track Bringin' MCs bad luck just like a black cat But I ain't superstitious, maybe delicious Shootin' the gift with the Riz, so what is this? I ain't the one to be put down on the ground with a frown Spittin' rhymes like a merry-go-round