Move Ahead Lyrics - Singles - Dj Muggs

Intro: 

Real skills, bronx styles, cypress ave meets cypress hill 

Real hip-hop, bounce to this shit motherfuckers, read em! 

You know what's up, shrap! 

Commisioner gordon rock on 

Tony touch y'all rock on 

Kid capri yeah rock on 

Dj kenny coffin yo rock on 

Verse 1: 

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In 199-sess, krs is in his peak-in 

You are weak-in and collapse like mike, collect the beacon 

You talk more ish than a cellullar 

You can't last, just call me enema 

Cos I give that ass-troid, heaven and mergatroid 

I'm that six, umm, microphone-holdin humanoid 

Pyschological like sigmund freud 

But I get annoyed cos these rappers have no brain 

These hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaine 

They got no skill or game 

They sellin that commercial let me say it 

"ask for minoxadil with rogaine" 

True skills I will explain 

The teacher breaks this whole shit down plain 

Chorus: 

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West coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho 

East coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho 

Time for us to move ahead, no-ho-ho 

B-boy hip-hop is dead, no 

We must move ahead (x8) 

Verse 2: 

People always say when they see us, teach us 

So we move by the inch, teachin only some of it, believe us 

Hustlas and players and hos will never leave us 

They been around since mary magdalene and jesus 

Run wit it, pimps and players run the government 

We been raised on a tonne of it that's why we're lovin it 

Bein a player is cool when you a kid 

Until you get sent up for a eight year bid 

Now you use and abuse and serve like hell 

Til one day you are found face down upon the ground 

Two shots to the dome, we need to switch quick 

Dyin over what you players, I think, call a bitch 

I'm not a player hater cos I hate no one 

But when you start destroyin hip-hop, you gots ta go, son 

Government attack one who's brainwashed 

Government attack two who is, yes, brain rinsed 

Government attack three is for you and me 

To constantly dream about the lex with bulletproof tints 

It's pointless to think I'm knockin ya 

If you a pimp, be a pimp, I'll be a philosopher 

So the.... 

Chorus 

Verse 3: 

Y-yes are the intelligent, we descend on every establishment 

In the east or west, microphone grabbin it 

Chess-to-chess, lyrical confrontation is dope 

For the hip-hop nation, yet our hope, your scope 

Is broader than who can kill who and who got the biggest crew? 

That's why black people cannot seem to break thru 

It's like crabs in a pot when one crab reaches the top 

Other crabs wish to pull down and blood (bloods) 

I'm not understandin what's all the fuss 

Hip-hop belongs to all of us 

The east created it, the west decorated it 

Learn the lesson, the unified picture is black expression 

When black expression heights itself 

It becomes black digression leadin to depression in health 

Now question these ideas today 

If hip-hop was destroyed could we blame the cia 

Or the fbi, you'd be a motherfuckin lie- 

-er, li-ar, pants on fire-er 

Conspiracy theories are contrise or we keep them on the shelf 

We got no one to blame but ourselves 

So.... 

Chorus 

We must move ahead (x8) 

All beef is dead!