Move On Lyrics - Inner Secrets - Santana

f/ Diamond (D.I.T.C.), Shawn Black 

[Sadat X, Diamond, Shawn Black talking] 

Check it, check it, check it the new reign 

Yeah, Wild Cowboys, 1-2-1-2 yeah 

Diamond D, D-I-T-C, the Crates 

Brand Nubian still up in here, no question 

I'm Shawn Black, so stop asking me questions 

[Verse 1] 

This solo thing I'm doin' here is real to me 

The most serious thing in my life, I can say up to this point 

My reputation is at stake, this where the men are mad 

Separate me from the sons put me with the big guns 

My energy now radiates from leads, grow trees 

I'm every time like crime on frustrated black men 

Hey you and ya buddy, y'all both need to study 

That my past records shows my pros is untraceable 

Flows will lace that ass, full fold in and 

I'm nice now, five years ago way back in the beginning 

When I was runnin' in back yards 

While people was playin' cards 

And eatin' barbecue, I'm one of the only few 

Sayin' take that pork off ya motherfuckin' fork 

Then they would front and cut out the mic 

And I'd be out on my bike 

Now Lil' Mo was there, Marvin Spark was there 

This is in the eighties now, the start of my long career 

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[Hook] 

Move on, black man, move on 

Move on, black man, move on 

New year, same game, same xxxx goes on 

New year, same game, same xxxx goes on 

[Verse 2] 

We was young cats playin' Latin quarters 

We was playin' roof top, yeah don't stop 

And I was there at Union Square when KRS-One did his thing 

So y'all know what I'm bringin' to this ball game 

I got stacks of rhymes and papers and notes 

Lil' phrases written and my catchiest quotes 

I free them Hatians off them boats and give em' the finest ocean liners 

I hate brothers that's walkin' but mentally in recliners 

Hey who's that behind with the plastic and them scanners 

In the year 2000 will ya be on ya manners 

In concentration camps, wet floors and cold 

And population control keeps ya welfare comin' 

No more big fams, Uncle Sam damns 

And this MC Big Brother want the platinum 

At your expense, niggas ain't been heard from since 

I walk light and carry the big stick 

Give out my views to blacks and Jews and whoever choose to get hit 

With my xxxx I'm like the snowball effect 

And y'all should all stand erect when I pass 

Corporal with the ranch groove style, leadin' profile 

First leave the whole crowd thirsty and wet 

Wild Cowboys leadin' New York and that's my set 

I'm down with Lil' L and my man Akinyele 

I love her but I can't stand her mother 

Me and her brother ain't had the blessings to lead 

Kind of hard that I'm the G-O-D 

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[Hook] 

[Verse 3] 

Yeah my rent is due and the phone bill too 

Long distance is dead, got to see ConAir 

All of these bills is risin' in my head 

But wait I got the child support 

Got the car note as the after thought 

Got the school loan then after college that was blown 

Did I forget with my car a lot of tickets I owe 

Now niggas hate, my youth it constantly grows 

Always need clothes, hey that's how it goes 

Word, and my wife, I gotta keep my home life in tact 

Some of her friends try to end me then try to act friendly 

That's that bullshit, yo now that's that bullshit 

Now my crew all money and I'm tellin' em' to hang on 

I'm tryin' to hang but sometimes that don't be workin' 

Nigas talkin' about gettin' a package and goin' down South and murkin' 

In Carolinas or to VA with the stash spot 

Tryin' to hit the jackpot, tryin' to hit the jackpot 

[Sadat X, Diamond (D.I.T.C.), Shawn Black ad-libs]