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Текст песни Erick Sermon - Move On

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Intro:(laughing) yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those,Flavorishis, mackadoshis, sour cream and onion type flavor.Redman:I rule the world like kurtis blow with my afro blownIm torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the winoFor black albino, Im like suicide on vinyleThe type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my noseAnd Im the, bombest rhymer, check my steezMy vocals are like vaginas, wet an mcs when they openMy identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilitiesIm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga sluggerSo ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, I react freakin to songsWhen bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraesBones back, chinky eyed like japs I blow states off the mapJust by eye contactHook:Dont get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on"rock, rock on" - redman (x4)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 yall stopGimmicks, hard core lyrics for an imageIm stompin em the beast wompin emBrain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the groundI bes the effect like wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two blackTechsSomebody stop me Im smoking like maskShut your mouth, hes a bad, uh, like shaftThe e-double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic typeAlcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up)Huh, I take it to the streets, if you cant run up on my turf then get someCleatsI let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, hes fuckin historyHook (x4)Passion:Strick nine rules the mind on the verge of destructionBlood starts to boil like a lyrical combustion, eruptionInsane no pressure no pain, niggas falling off its strain to maintainThey be killing me, trying to preach to me, teach to meI got a phd in funkologyYou got your bachelors and your masters in the field of dramaticsThe lyrical are bringing the static from the attic, so cock your automaticsIve had it up to here, you niggas are in dangerYou better stand clear, no hugs no love and kiss mainstream americaThey just aint ready for this, cause Im nice as shitNiggas be having fits, the squad of def be smacking hits after hitsAnd whats goin on in your mind I can feel itTremors in the body has caused for the healinHook (x4)Outro:You know what Im sayin? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you knowWhat Im sayin? ah, n-y-c streets is love, its hot in the summer, um,Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doinThis yall feel this. I feel you.

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