Sadat X - Move On lyrics

[Sadat X - Move On lyrics]

Check it, check it, check it the new reign
Yeah, Wild Cowboys, 1-2-1-2 yeah
Diamond D, D-I T-C, the Crates
Brand Nubian still up in here, no question
I'm Shawn Black, so stop asking me questions

This solo thing I'm doin' here is real to me
The most serious thing in my life
I can say up to this point
My reputation is at stake
This where the men are made
Separate me from the sons put
Me with the big guns
My energy now radiates from leads, grow trees
I'm every time like crime
On frustrated black men
Hey you and ya buddy
Y'all both need to study
That my past records shows
My pros is untraceable
Flows will lace that ass
Full fold the in and i'm nice now
Five years ago way back in the beginning
When I was runnin' in back yards
While people was playin' cards
And eatin' barbecue, I'm one of the only few
Sayin' take that pork off
Ya motherfuckin' fork
Then they would front and cut out the mic
And I'd be out on my bike
Now Alamo was there, Marvin Spark was there
This is in the eighties now
The start of my long career

Move on, black man, move on
Move on, black man, move on
New year, same game, same shit goes on
New year, same game, same shit goes on

We was young cats playin' Latin quarters
We was playin' roof top, yeah don't stop
And I was there at Union Square
When KRS-One did his thing
So y'all know what I'm bringin'
To this ball game
I got stacks of rhymes and papers and notes
Lil' phrases written of my catchiest quotes
I free them Haitians off them boats and
Give em' the finest ocean liners
I hate brothers that's walkin' but
Mentally they in recliners
Hey who's that behind with the
Plastic and them scanners
In the year 2000, will ya be on ya manners?
In concentration camps, wet floors and cold
And population control keeps
Ya welfare comin'
No more big fams, Uncle Sam jams
And this MC Big Brother want the platinum
At your expense
Nigga's is locked ain't been heard from since
I walk light and carry the big stick
Give out my views to blacks and Jews
And whoever choose to get hit
With my shit I'm like the snowball effect
And y'all should all stand erect when I pass
Corporal with the ranch groove style
Leadin' profile
First leave the whole crowd thirsty and wet
Wild Cowboys leadin' New York
And that's my set
I'm down with Lil' L and my man Akinyele
I love her but I can't stand her mother
Me and her brother ain't had
The blessings to lead
Kind of hard that I'm the G-O-D

Yeah my rent is due and the phone bill too
Long distance is dead, got to see ConAir
All of these bills is risin' in my head
But wait I got the child support
Got the car note as the after thought
Got the school loan for the
College that was blown
Did I forget with my car a
Lot of tickets I owe now nigga's hate
My youth it constantly grows
Always need clothes, hey that's how it goes
Word, and my wife
I gotta keep my home life in tact
Some of her friends try to end me
They cl then try to act friendly
That's that bullshit
Yo now that's that bullshit
Now my crew all money and I'm
Tellin' em' to hang on
I'm tryin' to hang but sometimes
That don't be workin'
Nigga's talkin' about gettin' a package and
Goin' down South and murkin'
In Carolinas or to VA with the stash spot
Tryin' to hit the jackpot
Tryin' to hit the jackpot

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