Move On Lyrics - Epmd

Intro: 

(laughing) yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those, 

Flavorishis, mackadoshis, sour cream and onion type flavor. 

Redman: 

I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro blown 

I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino 

For black albino, I'm like suicide on vinyle 

The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my nose 

And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my steez 

My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc's when they open 

My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities 

I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger 

So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, I react freakin' to songs 

When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes 

Bones back, chinky eyed like japs I blow states off the map 

Just by eye contact 

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Hook: 

Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on 

"rock, rock on" - redman (x4) 

Erick sermon: 

Yeah, I shut down things for the moment, what? 

Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah) 

Who be claimin' to be the shit y'all stop 

Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image 

I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' 'em 

Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground 

I be's the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black 

Techs 

Somebody stop me I'm smoking like mask 

Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like shaft 

The e-double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type 

Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up) 

Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some 

Cleats 

I let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, he's fuckin' history 

Photos 

Hook (x4) 

Passion: 

Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction 

Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption 

Insane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off it's strain to maintain 

They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me 

I got a phd in funkology 

You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics 

The lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automatics 

I've had it up to here, you niggas are in danger 

You better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream america 

They just ain't ready for this, cause I'm nice as shit 

Niggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hits 

And what's goin' on in your mind I can feel it 

Tremors in the body has caused for the healin' 

Hook (x4) 

Outro: 

You know what I'm sayin'? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know 

What I'm sayin'? ah, n-y-c streets is love, it's hot in the summer, um, 

Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin' 

This y'all feel this. I feel you.