N'fa - Make Moves (The Get Up) Lyrics
Verse 1There’s no contesting, I’ll crush your whole camp of actors.Like secrets, I’ll leak the air out ya mattress.The fact is, the black market on stock trade,in fashion. Still when we march, the cops raid.I’ll not fade or sway from my direction.Inflicting pain with my inner intention.My direction brings suspensionlike protesting students suspended beyond detention.Did I mention?.. We don’t break rules we shatter them.I puncture lungs, cut tongues to cut chitter chattering.I’m adamant, I don’t stop to breathe.I circulate like didgeree-doo’s played by aborigine’s.Original seed, native red dustthat you’ll be forced to bite if you’re breaking our trust.We creating a thrust like hot lovers at dusk.I adapt to any point like universal plugs because...ChorusI won’t be set up, its time to get up. Make moves, lift ya heavy head upI won’t be set up, its time to get up. Make moves, make moves.I won’t be set up, its time to get up. Make moves, lift ya heavy head up.I won’t be set up, its time to get up. Yeah you know we get down.Verse 2I’m a soul shocker, warrior dance like Hakka.Call me papa, N’fa means father.It might worry your man how N’fa fight like Shaka-Zulu- nationwide enterprise from down under.Yeah, I’m Mandingo/Creole.Mixed blood brother- Oz meets Sierra Leone.I’ll bury the bone, and while ya dogs sniffing it outI’m on the peace pipe with my peeps, spliffing it out.You got a clip then you better empty that shit out.I bring peace, but I’ll put your piece back in you mouth.You ***** gun talk M.C’s don’t impress me.The only time most of ya’ll see a shel l is down at the beach.I’m down to impeach ya love like an ex.I’m vexed I see poverty and stress world wide, east west,south north. It’s a foul force. If we don’t rise as forcethen we’re just whore’s, waiting in all fours.ChorusVerse 3It’s a universal thing from hopeless goon scullers ,to Verve toasters, who’s crystal cups cling.To grown folk trying to get their pockets to ching.To adolescent adults who sulk, crying for blingArrested for assult, adding salt to their woundslike junkie mums to be, getting kicked in the womb.With pit-bull lock, bad lick be gripping to you.Too concerned with yaself you don’t listen to crew.Like family mean nothing when family mean everything.More than work, church, boats, cars, or heavy rings.I know it hurt when you gotta let go,its universal- like my diabolical flow.I know some heavy hitters, who don’t care for the love.They never see god, cos they’re never looking above.Too busy looking over they’re shoulder.The hatred will fold ya soldier. I’m here to hold ya, I told ya....Chorus
