Move Somethin’ - Intellectual

[Intro: Talib Kweli]

C'mon, c'mon ya ya ya ya ya

Get 'em up, get 'em up, what

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]

Yo, yo, yo

What's with the melodrama?

Fella's wanna hover in my cypher like a helicopter

Like it's a special honor

The stealth bomber, gem dropper

Make the ghetto holler, Inter-Conta-Nental

Takin you high like skydivers

When we spark like live wires

Original, cavemen quest for my fire

Express my desire to drop this new shit

These record executives keep tellin' me y'all stupid

Now if they right, shut the fuck up

Revolutionaries throw your guns up

Whether you a bourgeois broad who acting stuck up

Or some ignorant thug motherfucker shooting the club up

We gonna make y'all feel this, break y'all spirit

If y'all fake that realness, word we bringing it

Ringing it in from the new millenuim to way after that

I call these cats Reynolds 'cuz they plastic wrap

[Chorus: Talib Kweli]

Kill all the yapping, let's make it happen

You cats ain't real, you just a re-enactment

Better yet, dramatization

Soon as the director say action you start fakin'

I start breakin', the whole joint start shakin'

This ain't the time or place for you to prove something

Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'!

[Post-Chorus: Talib Kweli & Nonye]

Move somethin' (move somethin')

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]

(Word.. alright bring it back to the top)

To be continued...

Let's see what's next up on the menu run up in you

Lyrics that be fuckin' with you

In the mental, pick any mental - instru, funda, detri

Extra-extra large like the borough of Brooklyn the residential

Exi-stential-ist specialist

Like Sly Stone wit' my poem and fly song

Ride along with cats who live great and die strong, word

We gonna rock till nothin' else matters

Y'all catch bodies, we catch excellent cadavers

Your next of kin an' shatter stories splattered in the tabloids

Erase your trace like your cotton mouth and we peppermint Altoids

Step in the high reppin' the spot called Flatbush

Whether rappers or actors you still feel the gat bust

The abstract then becomes the reality

Alcoholics like to call it the moment of clarity

[Chorus: Talib Kweli]

Kill all the yapping, let's make it happen

You cats ain't real, you just a re-enactment

Better yet, dramatization

Soon as the director say action you start fakin

I start breakin

The whole joint start shakin

This ain't the time or place for you to prove something

Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'!

[Outro: Talib Kweli & Nonye]

Move somethin' (move somethin')