The Perceptionists - Let's Move lyrics
[The Perceptionists - Let's Move lyrics]
Let me see some heads noddin', fists pumpin'
Feet stompin'
Ass shakin', necks breakin', earthquakin'
Let's move!
Fuck a battle, we got nothin to prove
Let's move!
Fakts One supply the people with the groove
Let's move!
Hard tracks
Remind me of blacks with scarred backs
These are facts
Drownin in the swamp like Artacks (uh huh)
Boston to Fear Facts, chill, watch Miramax
Flicks, then I start to get sick, hail drop
(uh huh) take 39, like the Hale-Bopp
Four teachers, one male cop
Then the atmosphere will get real hot
(uh huh)
My flow is like torrential downpours
Makin steel rot
We pros, who's credentials drown yours
On the real blocks (uh huh)
It's not coincidental
That we cause some real spots
Appeal, god dammnit
Never take it for granted (uh huh)
Write a memo and hand it to your receptionist
The game's about to change
Here come The Perceptionists (uh huh)
I'm a genie
The next time you see me is ouija it's easy
I'm foldin this dimension and breeze it
(uh huh) invent horizon Miles Bennett Dyson
M tyson, M bison, the components for
(Two black orators, uh huh) of the year
(yeah, hear the masters of the hemisphere)
Universe
(Pumpin knowledge through the verse, uh huh)
Intensity
(Adrenaline, hip hop's propellin through
My melon and, Gentlemen, behold)
Live on David Letterman (uh huh)
You're sold on the brother's whole song (uh)
You want to hear another
Verse? Everybody cool, ola! (uh huh)
Let me see some heads noddin', fists pumpin'
Feet stompin'
Ass shakin', necks breakin', earthquakin'
Let's move!
Fuck a battle, we got nothin to prove
Let's move! Perceptionists supply the people
With the groove, let's move!
We want to show you what oppression is
So we'll speak in jail sentences
Three to five (twenty-five to life, uh huh)
Mega trife, use a mega knife
To slice through the afterlife so spill
(so ill) , so chill (so we'll, uh huh)
Take you a rhyme adventure, mind dimentia
Time to venture
Time to enter with the prime inventors
Of a solid center
The contential champions are stompin
In your campin and
We positively lampin' in your spot
(You're booted, uh huh)
Raise The Perceptionists flag
Twenty-one guns saluted
Everyone's lungs polluted
Women and young included (uh huh)
Computers are ones recruited
Look how the hung maneuvered
Strange fruit used to swing
From the Southern trees (uh huh)
Now there's only leaves and those who
Laid the path are lovin these
Discoveries and the brother's free
Others beggin' please, for
Some empathy, enemy, there's no remedy
We cookin' up that hot shit
But not sharing the recipe