Sadat X - Move On Lyrics
f/ Diamond (D.I.T.C.), Shawn Black[Sadat X, Diamond, Shawn Black talking]Check it, check it, check it the new reignYeah, Wild Cowboys, 1-2-1-2 yeahDiamond D, D-I-T-C, the CratesBrand Nubian still up in here, no questionI'm Shawn Black, so stop asking me questions[Verse 1]This solo thing I'm doin' here is real to meThe most serious thing in my life, I can say up to this pointMy reputation is at stake, this where the men are madSeparate me from the sons put me with the big gunsMy energy now radiates from leads, grow treesI'm every time like crime on frustrated black menHey you and ya buddy, y'all both need to studyThat my past records shows my pros is untraceableFlows will lace that ass, full fold in andI'm nice now, five years ago way back in the beginningWhen I was runnin' in back yardsWhile people was playin' cardsAnd eatin' barbecue, I'm one of the only fewSayin' take that pork off ya mother*****in' forkThen they would front and cut out the micAnd I'd be out on my bikeNow Lil' Mo was there, Marvin Spark was thereThis is in the eighties now, the start of my long career[Hook]Move on, black man, move onMove on, black man, move onNew year, same game, same shit goes onNew year, same game, same shit goes on[Verse 2]We was young cats playin' Latin quartersWe was playin' roof top, yeah don't stopAnd I was there at Union Square when KRS-One did his thingSo y'all know what I'm bringin' to this ball gameI got stacks of rhymes and papers and notesLil' phrases written and my catchiest quotesI free them Hatians off them boats and give em' the finest ocean linersI hate brothers that's walkin' but mentally in reclinersHey who's that behind with the plastic and them scannersIn the year 2000 will ya be on ya mannersIn concentration camps, wet floors and coldAnd population control keeps ya welfare comin'No more big fams, Uncle Sam damnsAnd this MC Big Brother want the platinumAt your expense, niggas ain't been heard from sinceI walk light and carry the big stickGive out my views to blacks and Jews and whoever choose to get hitWith my shit I'm like the snowball effectAnd y'all should all stand erect when I passCorporal with the ranch groove style, leadin' profileFirst leave the whole crowd thirsty and wetWild Cowboys leadin' New York and that's my setI'm down with Lil' L and my man AkinyeleI love her but I can't stand her motherMe and her brother ain't had the blessings to leadKind of hard that I'm the G-O-D[Hook][Verse 3]Yeah my rent is due and the phone bill tooLong distance is dead, got to see ConAirAll of these bills is risin' in my headBut wait I got the child supportGot the car note as the after thoughtGot the school loan then after college that was blownDid I forget with my car a lot of tickets I oweNow niggas hate, my youth it constantly growsAlways need clothes, hey that's how it goesWord, and my wife, I gotta keep my home life in tactSome of her friends try to end me then try to act friendlyThat's that bullshit, yo now that's that bullshitNow my crew all money and I'm tellin' em' to hang onI'm tryin' to hang but sometimes that don't be workin'Nigas talkin' about gettin' a package and goin' down South and murkin'In Carolinas or to VA with the stash spotTryin' to hit the jackpot, tryin' to hit the jackpot[Sadat X, Diamond (D.I.T.C.), Shawn Black ad-libs]
