Prince Po - Move lyrics

Uhh, check it, uhh, yo [Hook: Organized Konfusion] What we came to do today is drop the science And spread love your ways peoples, you better move somethin We get the fire started inside of the party You know how my herd play love, you better move somethin Money grillin gruntin, playin the role frontin Get off the wall, come have a ball, k**er move somethin sh** muh'f**ers recognize It's Organized (f** sh** up) b**h you better move somethin [Pharoahe Monch] Yeah yeah, I said yes yes y'all (yes yes y'all) To the beat y'all (to the beat y'all) When I'm in the club I rub-a-dub and be like havin a ball Now hey heY hEY HEYYYY! We gonna rock a little bit like this I say (ha!) Cops lingerin, singlin me out for figurin Thoughts of stranglin me up, while I'm just single and minglin With my crew (true) we sing-a-long to shing-a-ling Bring along a friend if she don't mind seein the ding-a-ling The ting-a-ling-a-ling, school bell ringin n***as back up, when the Monch starts singin Mii mii mii, now I yearn Aiyyo! Get off the wall and get concerned We bout to move this planet I'm f'real god damnit! Any MC's left standin without sk**s get reprimanded And branded with out logo, Organized for dolo Without affiliation the crews duo teams and solos [Hook] w/ minor variations [Pharoahe Monch] We the employees of the year, yeah we back again We took time off, to get our business sh** correct [Prince Poetry] Select, directions so we can all connect Collect, the shack before we start to catch wreck Most want to be but dem can't see such Still makin moves kid I'm mad quick on the clutch Prince (Poe!) rebel of rap black knight with the Pharoahe I take flight and ever since day one, n***as was tight Now I, shuffle hands you and your mans never dealt Organized is on the wax, wax upon felt Imbicilic MC's get treated like a tuna melt They gettin ate rate us at top speeds, of a stealth Jet fighter in light of a million two-thousand and eight I'm Jet Screamer baby, "Ahh ahh" I make you bounce rock skate Roll take 'em off the gla**, I'm moldin new ashes (what?!) When Southside's finest commence to lace this Party now it's bubblin (ehh ehh) I'm strugglin With this Henny and cherries I bury, adversaries And you know this, maaaaan! Ha And you ain't got to lie, god damn [Hook]