Move Somethin’

Lyrics

[Intro: 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 [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] 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 bomber, gem dropper Make the ghetto holler, Inter-Conta-Nental Takin you high like skydivers When we spark like 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 bourgeois broad who acting stuck up Or some ignorant thug motherfucker shooting the club up We gonna make y'all feel this, break y'all spirit If y'all fake that realness, word we bringing it Ringing it in from the new millenuim to way after that I call these cats Reynolds 'cuz they plastic wrap [Chorus: Talib Kweli] Kill all the yapping, let's 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'! [Post-Chorus: Talib Kweli & Nonye] Move somethin' (move somethin') Move somethin' (move somethin') Move somethin' (move somethin') Move somethin' (move somethin') [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] (Word.. alright bring it back to the top) To be continued... Let's see what's next up on the menu run up in you Lyrics that be fuckin' with you In the mental, pick any mental - instru, funda, detri Extra-extra large like the borough of Brooklyn the residential Exi-stential-ist specialist Like Sly Stone wit' my poem and fly song Ride along with cats who live great and die strong, word We gonna rock till nothin' else matters Y'all catch bodies, we catch excellent cadavers Your next of kin an' shatter stories splattered in the tabloids Erase your trace like your cotton mouth and we peppermint 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 clarity [Chorus: Talib Kweli] Kill all the yapping, let's 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'! [Outro: Talib Kweli & Nonye] Move somethin' (move somethin') Move somethin' (move somethin') Move somethin' (move somethin') Move somethin' (move somethin')