Move On Testo

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 blown
I❝m torn out the frame, drunk style stagger like ned the wino
For black albino, I❝m like suicide on vinyle
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my nose
And I❝m the, bombest rhymer, check my steez
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an mc❝s when they open
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities
I❝m rugged, I 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 say I strickly brake vertibraes
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
"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 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 the effect like wrecks, 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 then get some
Cleats
I let one nigga slide in 93, but this year, he❝s fuckin❝ history
Hook (x4)
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 are bringing 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 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❝
Hook (x4)
Outro:
You know what I❝m sayin❝? things is hot in the tunnel out in here you know
What I❝m sayin❝? ah, n-y-c streets is love, it❝s hot in the summer, um,
Spring, winter and fall things are just lovely, sweet & sour sauce. doin❝
This y❝all feel this. I feel you.