em krunk Oh, Get em, get em krunk Oh [x3] [Chorus] Once we get it poppin' We gon' keep it rockin' Ain't no need for stoppin' We gon' get it on in here
you feelin' on the outside Reflects how you feelin' on the inside Tell me now, have you really ever stopped tryin'? So many people killin', kids still dyin' or multiplyin' I ain't lyin', here
we stand With the flag held in our hand Was first the redman's Guide of a ship On the first Columbus trip Was a brown man The railroads for trains Came on
Ville, Killer Mike In the motherfucking building nigga Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down New South Movement, mo'fucker New South Movement
ya know, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop Information, literature, thiefs on the run, where ya gonna hide, When the truth comes down on ya, you have
burn for twice as long Cause when my pen brushes the pad with an art form that microphones And every county 'cross the nation, every house and every basement Hustlers on
m the best, true indeed [Chorus 2x] Excuse the Dip (Please) We moving bitch (Move) We the truth, we the proof, get use to this (Yup) Our movement sick (Yea), your movement
deep thought of Aaliyah crosses my mind I rethought that I seen her, all in my mind Memories of big, all in the lime light All of the time, all on his
none, but I'm planning on growing some Imagine all the Hebrews going dumb Dancing on top of chariots and turning tight ones Ooh, tell me when to go (Dumb) Talking on my ghettro on
ashamed Of the cross I've claimed (Noooo) Listen: They've taken notes on what we say You know they'd like to lock us all away Can't stop the movement
in Denver She's got a cross around her neck that she ripped off from a schoolgirl in the subway on a visit to the city She likes how it looks on her
my world Your girlfriend call herself a dark skinned, white girl Got a nice beat, man, come on He hear me in the sample before he even through the drum on Run on
it on the perks I carry Been in disguise when I failed or I lost But they won't know I'm a god until I'm nailed on the cross And these rappers is a mess
upon Even if you had six mouths wouldn't help you on that mic you're on While you were getting off I still had my rock on Things went from bad to worse
up in ya church to smack crosses You lack rawness, you lack passion You couldn't make it through war without rations You just a homosexual; I stick the gay rights movement
the peas I got mo` cheese than Kraft, but teachers laughed at me They asked me what would I be with out my damn degree I told them they would see me on
(verse) Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts My head's close to your closet
And make your wishes on the stars born Within the movement Fact checkin' tryin' to completely avoid all channels of backstepping From the lines of paint on the concrete They reside on
