Erick Sermon - Move On lyrics

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 out I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like Ned the Wino For black albinos, I'm like suicide on vinyl The type of antidope you have to keep away from minors And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my steez My vocals are like vaginas, wettin' MC's when they open My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities I'm rugged, plus pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 n***a slugger So ring thee alarm, when your TV is on, I react freakin' to songs When b**hes see me perform, b**hes get wet Then I inspect them like Deck, check my resume says I strictly break vertebrates Bones back, chinky eyed like Japs I blow states off the map Just by eye contact 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 a** crews (yeah) Who be claimin' to be the sh**? 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 sk**s 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 n***a slide in 93, but this year, he's f**in' history Hook (X4) Pa**ion: Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption Insane no pressure no pain, n***as falling off it's strain to maintain They be k**ing 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 co*k your automatics I've had it up to here, you n***as 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 sh** n***as 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