Blueprint - Just Move (Knight Takes Queen) lyrics
[Blueprint - Just Move Knight Takes Queen lyrics]
Uh which is norm which is - you know
I think the internet is really useful (right)
But, I'm not in the current mode that
I need to be doing that
What what what what repeated
Come on - come on so many moves man
Ready for it come on
Scratched move it
From rookies to veterans
My flows the medicine my foes will never win
My flows are heaven sent
Capable of taking party people
Where they've never been
I heard a drumbreak and knew
I had to represent i couldn't hold it in
I'm looking for a pen
Composing flows while you and
Yours are dozing
You telling lies about getting crowds open
But, you're new to the craft and it shows kid
I'll go to any open mic then I close it
Rock a park jam 'til I
Know the shit's over with
The beer's gone and the cops start rolling in
And the promoter gets locked
Up for throwing it
There ain't a rapper on the set
That can pose a threat
I'll wipe my ass with any cat you go and get
Make any rude boy show respect
Universal bounty hunter just like Boba Fett
So go ahead and fake the funk
I'll you punks upchuck what you ate for lunch
In your own lap
You gets no dap 'til you figure out
How to write your own raps
And stop getting on the mic sound lazy
Stealing styles from Jeezy or Jay Z, sucka
I might never see more cheddar than you
But, I bet you I can windmill better than you
B-boys - B-girls
You know what I need you to do
Hit the dance floor
Do the wop - do the snake
Make that body move party people all around
You know what I need you to do
Do the cabbage patch do the running man
Yeah, I'm talking to you
Just move move
Move just move
Move move
Just
You want the truth
You can't handle the truth forget a rap song
You couldn't even wrap a deli sandwich duke
Somebody's gassing you you don't have a clue
Claim to be the man in the booth
I demand proof after school I teach rap
What we emcees lack confidence
And you can stop begging me for feedback
Oh you squeeze gats we don't believe that
You weigh about a buck or 5 [wet?
You'se a weak back girls I got game
Been scoring what shows
I been touring did Europe what money
I might never see a big fortune but at
Least my records sold more than yours did
Might cop a hotel might sleep on the floor
You didn't do your leg work and
Put your CD in stores
And now your sound scandal like my SAT score
I know you hate it when it
Comes back around your way
You thought you got over
You thought you got away
But, you just another rapper with
A lot to say
So why should I believe what you got to say
Just move
I think the internet is really useful (right)
But, I'm not in the current mode that
I need to be doing that
What what what what repeated
Come on - come on so many moves man
Ready for it come on
Scratched move it
From rookies to veterans
My flows the medicine my foes will never win
My flows are heaven sent
Capable of taking party people
Where they've never been
I heard a drumbreak and knew
I had to represent i couldn't hold it in
I'm looking for a pen
Composing flows while you and
Yours are dozing
You telling lies about getting crowds open
But, you're new to the craft and it shows kid
I'll go to any open mic then I close it
Rock a park jam 'til I
Know the shit's over with
The beer's gone and the cops start rolling in
And the promoter gets locked
Up for throwing it
There ain't a rapper on the set
That can pose a threat
I'll wipe my ass with any cat you go and get
Make any rude boy show respect
Universal bounty hunter just like Boba Fett
So go ahead and fake the funk
I'll you punks upchuck what you ate for lunch
In your own lap
You gets no dap 'til you figure out
How to write your own raps
And stop getting on the mic sound lazy
Stealing styles from Jeezy or Jay Z, sucka
I might never see more cheddar than you
But, I bet you I can windmill better than you
B-boys - B-girls
You know what I need you to do
Hit the dance floor
Do the wop - do the snake
Make that body move party people all around
You know what I need you to do
Do the cabbage patch do the running man
Yeah, I'm talking to you
Just move move
Move just move
Move move
Just
You want the truth
You can't handle the truth forget a rap song
You couldn't even wrap a deli sandwich duke
Somebody's gassing you you don't have a clue
Claim to be the man in the booth
I demand proof after school I teach rap
What we emcees lack confidence
And you can stop begging me for feedback
Oh you squeeze gats we don't believe that
You weigh about a buck or 5 [wet?
You'se a weak back girls I got game
Been scoring what shows
I been touring did Europe what money
I might never see a big fortune but at
Least my records sold more than yours did
Might cop a hotel might sleep on the floor
You didn't do your leg work and
Put your CD in stores
And now your sound scandal like my SAT score
I know you hate it when it
Comes back around your way
You thought you got over
You thought you got away
But, you just another rapper with
A lot to say
So why should I believe what you got to say
Just move