Move

Here we come yo, here we come I'm just a brotherman, descendant of the motherland I fuck with blackberries and dimes and butter tens Good on my right and trouble on my other hand Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man A simple dude who can exude the talents and I am the captain of the hot blooded caravan Spread in a different look to charred and battered lands It's outta function I see girls that can top it off I hold mines while these cowboys pop it off You just a movie-dude claimin' that you pop-soft This shit's like cold grits without the hot sauce This government seems to me like it's off course Come on come on Let's move and get down (Like it's off course) Come on come on Let's move (this government) and get down Come on come on Let's move and get down (Ride with me, come on) Come on come on Let's move and get down Your dubious style may rock for right now But in the long run, you really lost one Jamaica, Queens-man land of the tossed gun It's never easy police nah sees we Go through the checkpoints birds flip to po nine I got a bad bird nicknamed her sunshine I treats her so kind sweetening her at nighttime Into the right tunes we hit the right rhymes I dig her fashion smash into my memory And in the club shorty stays real into me A humble dude and never will pretend to be The type of artist that's desired for the industry Came in this fucka me and I'm a leave me And in the end B you would believe me that I'm a leave me So what's a industry if the listeners will always stand beside me? Come on come on Let's move and get down Come on come on Let's move and get down Come on come on Let's move and get down Come on come on Let's move and get down Here we come yo, here we come Gather around, the Renissance man has finally appeared And I'm astonishing rap characters are cause of the tears Quasimodo and the quotables excrete from my mouth And no doubt, we rubbed you wrong and rubbin you out To try to tackle such a problem is a foolish goal And when the opposition's Abstract, bless your soul They are the reason MCs but none on the level Other you're the vocalist, precious like metal Makin all my rounds through the towns like physician I be curing inpure emcees, plagued with disease So take a spoonful of Poet Penicillin and Sit back and listen to your man as I fill it in the Renaissance Rap, Renaissance This is the Renaissance This is the Renaissance So here we go, now It is the Midnight Maurader on the scene Geographically earthed in a place called Queens I was formed with my principles, way I displayed When I used to MC where all the other kids played Cause I was way too ill, so I would hone my skill And go out in the park and let my chemicals spill Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark Two dudes, niggas would dip from us, me, and NARCS And then my, legend would grow on the A-train line Where brothers would gather to see me blowin nicks and dimes It was me, Big, Pete, Tanya, and Sir Ibu And the heat of the cipher, I was not libel From all the casualties of the dutty MCs I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead Night of the living MCs', the weak ones fled And the stage is the pulpit, Renaissance won't quit We gon' baptize y'all for your benefit We been aligned and assigned to change Rearrange all your molecules like Dr. Strange Making cultures move, if you disapprove You can keep loudmouthin, it won't bust a groove You see the object of the game is we don't see it as one We don't quit, bullshit, and we never lost, son Deeper than the oceans and expand like air We be vast indeed and if your hearing's impaired We got the perfect remedy for you tonight Just put your ear to it, it's like dynamite And it's the Renaissance, rap Uh, uh, it's the Renaissance It is the Renaissance Uh, cause it's the Renaissance It's the Renaissance, rap It is the Renaissance rap Now lookin at ya clock, you know that it's time To hear real ill beats combinated with rhymes Brought to you by the person at the T-O-P That be G-O-D, and I be T-I-P The promoter of the flyness, witness wit iris Of this lame and he came, but I'm the royal highness Don't'cha ever forget, who put the pep in ya step We made it cool to wear medallions and say hotep And this beat is suh'thin that you can't recover up from You better a-joinin the force because we can't be done Listen, we on this mission and it's a go So welcome to the Renaissance in stereo It's the Renaissance