Prodigal Sunn - Movin' On Up lyrics

[Intro: Prodigal Sunn] Yeah... yeah, many more good years to come Hard times in the ghetto Coming up as a young shorty As a young shorty, my pops always told me You gotta eat man, kept it real In the field, you know the deal [Chorus: Madame Dee] We'll get by, we'll either do or die Hit you with the truth, no lie Move on up, trynna to survive [Prodigal Sunn] I push with the force of M.C.'s, we cold crush Manage to rush, shift through the game, splitters of paintbrush Drop a dime, yo, that ain't us The coppers are lyin', greener than mean For this bing is a must, trust When I spit it, it's gun bust, dangerous Hit you, split you, with the angel dust Plus, how many m.c.'s must get done? Before somebody says; you can't beat the Sunn Number one in my own circle, boy, don't make me hurt Turn your dome purple, light up that purple urkel Party over here, party over here, braids in my hair Chain on my neck, watching the ladies stare They call me Sunzini, gold genie, human machinery Hype on the scenary, fly as a Lamborghini Ain't no stoppin' me now, stoppin' me how? A lion on the prowl, father of many styles, now [Chorus w/ Prodigal Sunn ad-libs] [Prodigal Sunn] Pardon me kids, it's a must that I handle my biz To keep the heat where I gotta eat, you know what it is Do what I did, slid through the games with j**els, the Wu S to the K, Brooklyn Zu, the Two G-O-D-Z, I-N-C, I achieve multiple bands, like Cosby and Winfrey I lay it down for my family tree Like Sammy Davis and the Rat Park, flippin' in threes Got 'em askin, who is he? It's Sunzini, Big P, from the BK, NYC Within, introducing, born again losing And you could see me face to face, it's no illusion My whole click stay producing, and I'ma stay 52 And pursuin', through the city of ruin Gritty to the grains, sustain, know what I'm doing You losing, cruisin' for a bruisin', you got the crowd booing [Chorus w/ Prodigal Sunn ad-libs] [Prodigal Sunn] Serious time, curious mind, delirious crime of cosmo guns It's armored body, small chasing white lines Did it from the grind, focus on the right signs Soldier physic, unique, like the rarest mines Zini at his prime, never catch me dropping dime The honey berries, necessary with a twist of lime I'm quick to spit a rhyme, any place, any time Thoroughbred, known, grown and I gets mine Genuine like fine furs and leathers, in the end We gotta get it together, you know the kiss be the treasure Shine through extreme measure, the team mega Cheddar, burning that O.G., Jack Herra Serious talk, I'm deli as a Newport Check out my melody, Brooklyn, New York Do my damn thing, get it? Spit flames On any terrain, worldwide, we campaign [Chorus to fade w/ Prodigal Sunn ad-libs]