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Intro 1
Ebm
Em
Verse 1
I was a teenager
Bb
Ebm
Before I had status and before
I had a pager
listening to hip hop
My pops used to say,
it reminded him of be-bop
you know that things go in cycles
Bb
Ebm
The way that Bobby Brown is just
ampin' like Michael"
If you got the money,
Quest is for the booking
let's get with the fly modes
Still got room on the truck,
Listen to the rhymes,
to get a mental picture
I gotta speak the truth man
Doing what we feel for the
music is the proof and
the act is so together
Bona fide strong,
The unit, yes, the unit,
yes, the unit called the jazz is
We deliver it each year on the street
for the beat 'cause
in your record store(store)
If you get the record, then your thoughts are
'Cause we're ever so glad we made it
We work hard, so we gotta thank God
do the dance till you spastic
Listen to the rhymes,
'cause its time to make gravy
If it moves your booty,
The Motherland (uh)
Stick out the left,
then I'll ask for the other hand
Black Man (man)
If I get the credit, then I'll think I deserve it
If you fake moves,
don't fix your mouth to word it
not negativity
'Cause we gotta strive for longevity
in that (what?)
on, come on)
Verse 2
We gotta make moves
Never, ever, ever could we fake
moves (come on, come on)
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on,
We gotta make moves
Never, ever, ever could we fake
We gotta make moves
Ebm
Em
ever could we fake moves (come on,
Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime
tracks for you for blocks
From the fly girlies to the
hardest of the rocks
We on these Excursions so you
must realize
If you don't like it, get
So what can you do in the
times which exist?
You can't fake moves on your
brother or your sis
(bitch), brother is a jerk
Leave 'em both alone and continue
with your work
this society
Everything is fair,
at least that how it seems to me
Don't be phony and expect
one not to flex
you have to live by the pen
Your man is your man,
then treat him like your friend
So listen to the knowledge being
dropped over beats
beats that are funky
It could get you hooked like
a crackhead junkie
the Tribe's in this sphere
The Abstract Poet,
Verse 3
(come on, come on)
Verse 4
We gotta make moves
Never, ever, ever could we fake
moves (come on, come on)
Verse 5
make moves
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on,
Never, ever, ever could we fake
moves (come on, come on)
Verse 6
power advocates
in the day (excursions, excursions)
And white thighed supporters at night
(excursions, excursions)
white woman (excursions, excursions)
With their tongue hangin' out
(excursions, excursions)
Time is running and passing,
passing and running (excursions, excursions)
Running and passing,
passing and running (excursions, excursions)
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