Lyrics
The Movement
[Verse 1]
This goes to out to the people in crowd,
who got their hands up, wavin' em around.
Surrounded sound that's coming from speakers,
Bounce around to the bass, start skuffing up your sneakers
Yes, we're the ones who're making up the movement,
The Music, we use it, to prove it, We choose it.
We lose it, and use the moment to define us.
with beats behind us, is where you're gonna find.......US
Cause When i spit I bust, To hit I must, Shit gets ri-dic-ulous,
They Pickin' us, for this new sensation, but we're all a part of this hip-hop nation.
Those in the back, to the ones in front,
kicking flows on a track, rolling o's in the blunt.
Killing shows for the fun, when we started out with nothing,
Flippin it around, we're gonna turn it into something,
said Those in the back, to the ones in front,
kicking flows on a track, rolling o's in the blunt.
Killing shows for the fun, when we started out with nothing,
Flippin it around, we gotta turn it into something!
(Chorus)
The Hands, The Mic, The Fans, The light,
The Songs I Write, The Stage, The Fright
The Vibe Tonight, It's Right and I'll Prove It
Everybody's gonna get lost in the Movement.
[Verse 2]
Beat running hard on a full tank of gas
And if we're going to fast. "You Better Catch our Ass!"
You better fetch that pass, or get lost in the limelight,
my light shines bright, my flight finds sight....
mind sight for the mind's eye-- finds sight for the blind eye
like hind sight from behind, right? that's right!!!
Yes Yes Home Boy, go hard for the money,
Kickin rhymes from the mind, make them feet feel funny,
like a nose that's runny, these flows keep on comin',
can't stop it from runnin', so we keep on gunnin'!
Put ya hands in the air, if you care, to raise hell
Pump fists in the air, if you dare, to rebel.
for the fun bettin' peers, pioneers to the trail
through the blood sweat and tears, we-will-pre-vail!
[Verse 3]
The lights dim low everything goes silent,
This moment is mine and it's my time to find it.
It's my time to shine, so I oughtta ride it.
These Rhymes in my mind are flyin' auto-pilot.
we'll rewind the time it takes, to defy it-
sinners and saints make mistakes, don't deny it
true hip-hop fakes will show face when they try it
Mixing up they mixtapes in a case but don't buy it!
So Who's the ass-hole who stole H outta Hip Hop,
Sold the rest to Apple, now we got that iPop
I'd drop dead, if it happend again,
We'd have to start all over from beginning to end.
What's happenin' man? To the music as we know it?
Throwing Hip-Hop up in a pipe just so that they can blow it.
And no they can't flow it, so now we gotta do it.
Throw your hands in the air if you're a part of the movement!
