Dj Muggs - Move Ahead Lyrics
Intro:Real skills, bronx styles, cypress ave meets cypress hillReal hip-hop, bounce to this shit mother*****ers, read em!You know whats up, shrap!Commisioner gordon rock onTony touch yall rock onKid capri yeah rock onDj kenny coffin yo rock onVerse 1:In 199-sess, krs is in his peak-inYou are weak-in and collapse like mike, collect the beaconYou talk more ish than a cellullarYou cant last, just call me enemaCos I give that ass-troid, heaven and mergatroidIm that six, umm, microphone-holdin humanoidPyschological like sigmund freudBut I get annoyed cos these rappers have no brainThese hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaineThey got no skill or gameThey sellin that commercial let me say itAsk for minoxadil with rogaineTrue skills I will explainThe teacher breaks this whole shit down plainChorus:West coast beef must dead, no-ho-hoEast coast beef must dead, no-ho-hoTime for us to move ahead, no-ho-hoB-boy hip-hop is dead, noWe must move ahead (x8)Verse 2:People always say when they see us, teach usSo we move by the inch, teachin only some of it, believe usHustlas and players and hos will never leave usThey been around since mary magdalene and jesusRun wit it, pimps and players run the governmentWe been raised on a tonne of it thats why were lovin itBein a player is cool when you a kidUntil you get sent up for a eight year bidNow you use and abuse and serve like hellTil one day you are found face down upon the groundTwo shots to the dome, we need to switch quickDyin over what you players, I think, call a *****Im not a player hater cos I hate no oneBut when you start destroyin hip-hop, you gots ta go, sonGovernment attack one whos brainwashedGovernment attack two who is, yes, brain rinsedGovernment attack three is for you and meTo constantly dream about the lex with bulletproof tintsIts pointless to think Im knockin yaIf you a pimp, be a pimp, Ill be a philosopherSo the....ChorusVerse 3:Y-yes are the intelligent, we descend on every establishmentIn the east or west, microphone grabbin itChess-to-chess, lyrical confrontation is dopeFor the hip-hop nation, yet our hope, your scopeIs broader than who can kill who and who got the biggest crew?Thats why black people cannot seem to break thruIts like crabs in a pot when one crab reaches the topOther crabs wish to pull down and blood (bloods)Im not understandin whats all the fussHip-hop belongs to all of usThe east created it, the west decorated itLearn the lesson, the unified picture is black expressionWhen black expression heights itselfIt becomes black digression leadin to depression in healthNow question these ideas todayIf hip-hop was destroyed could we blame the ciaOr the fbi, youd be a mother*****in lie--er, li-ar, pants on fire-erConspiracy theories are contrise or we keep them on the shelfWe got no one to blame but ourselvesSo....ChorusWe must move ahead (x8)All beef is dead!
