Move On - Intellectual

[Intro: Erick Sermon]

Yeah, coming to you live

You know another one of those, um (Def Squad)

Flavorishous, mackadoshis

Sour cream and onion type flavor

Uh-hum

[Verse 1: Redman]

I rule the world like Kurtis Blow with my afro blown out

I'm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like Ned the Wino

For black albinos, I'm like suicidal on vinyl

The type of antidope you have to keep away from minors

And I'm the bombest rhymer, check my steez

My vocals are like vaginas, wettin' MC's when they open

My identities blows facilities to ememies, please test these abilities

I'm rugged, plus pack a 24 studded

Karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger

So ring thee alarm, when your TV is on

I react freakin' to songs, when bitches see me perform

Bitches get wet, then I inspect them like Deck

Check my resume says I strictly break vertebrates

Bones back, chinky eyed like Japs

I blow states off the map just by eye contact

[Hook]

Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on (move on)

[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]

Yeah, I shut down things for the moment, what?

Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah)

Who be claimin' to be the shit? Y'all stop

Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image

I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' 'em

Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground

I be's in Effect like Wreckx,

Rhyme skills be shooting off like two black techs

Somebody stop me I'm smoking like Mask

Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like Shaft

The E-Double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type

Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)

Huh, I take it to the streets

If you can't run up on my turf, get some cleats

I let one nigga slide in 93

But this year, he's fuckin' history

[Hook]

Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on (move on)

[Verse 3: Passion]

Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destruction

Blood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruption

Insane no pressure no pain

Niggas falling off it's strain to maintain

They be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to me

I got a PHD in funkology

You got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramatics

The lyrical one bringin' the static from the attic

So cock your automatics, I've had it up to here

You niggas are in danger, you better stand clear

No hugs, no love and no kiss, mainstream America

They just ain't ready for this

Cause I'm nice as shit, niggas be having fits

The Squad of Def be smacking hits after hits

And what's goin' on in your mind I can feel it

Tremors in the body has caused for the healin' (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

[Hook]

Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on (move on)

[Outro: Erick Sermon]

You know what I'm sayin'?

Things is hot in the Tunnel out in here, you know what I'm sayin'? Um, N-Y-C streets is love

It's hot in the summer, um

Spring, winter and fall

Things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce

It's like... um...

We doin' it... y'all feel this? (I feel you)