Erick Sermon, Redman, Passion - Move On lyrics

Yeah, coming to you live
You know another one of those, um (Def Squad)
Flavorishous, mackadoshis
Sour cream and onion type flavor uh hum

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 suicidal 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 nigga slugger
So ring thee alarm, when your TV is on
I react freakin' to songs
When bitches see me perform bitches 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

Don't get it twisted and if you do
You best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do
You best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do
You best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do
You best to move on (move on)

Yeah, I shut down things for the moment
What?
Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)
Who be claimin' to be the shit? 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 in Effect like Wreckx
Rhyme skills 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
Get some cleats i let one nigga slide in 93
But this year, he's fuckin' history

Don't get it twisted and if you do
You best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do
You best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do
You best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do
You best to move on (move on)

Strick nine rules the mind on
The verge of destruction
Blood starts to boil like
A lyrical combustion, eruption
Insane no pressure no pain
Niggas falling off it's strain to maintain
They be killing 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 cock your automatics
I've had it up to here
You niggas 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 shit
Niggas be having fit's the Squad of Def be
Smacking hit's after hit's
And what's goin' on in your
Mind I can feel it tremors in the body has
Caused for the healin'

Don't get it twisted and if you do
You best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do
You best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do
You best to move on (move on)
Don't get it twisted and if you do
You best to move on (move on)

You know what I'm sayin'?
Things is hot in the Tunnel out in
Here, you know what I'm sayin'? Um
N-Y-C streets is love
It's hot in the summer, um
Spring, winter and fall
Things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce
It's like um
We doin' it y'all feel this? (I feel you)