Organized Konfusion - Move Lyrics
Uhh, check it, uhh, yo[Chorus: Organized Konfusion]What we came to do today is drop the scienceand spread love your ways peoples, you better move somethinWe get the fire started inside of the partyYou know how my herd play love, you better move somethinMoney grillin gruntin, playin the role frontinGet off the wall, come have a ball, killer move somethinShit muh'*****ers recognizeIt's Organized (***** shit up) ***** you better move somethin[Pharoahe Monch]Yeah yeah, I said yes yes y'all (yes yes y'all)to the beat y'all (to the beat y'all)When I'm in the club I rub-a-dub and be like havin a ballNow hey heY hEY HEYYYY!We gonna rock a little bit like this I say (ha!)Cops lingerin, singlin me out for figurinthoughts of stranglin me up, while I'm just single and minglinwith my crew (true) we sing-a-long to shing-a-lingBring along a friend if she don't mind seein the ding-a-lingThe ting-a-ling-a-ling, school bell ringinNiggaz back up, when the Monch starts singinMii mii mii, now I yearnAiyyo!Get off the wall and get concernedWe bout to move this planet I'm f'real god damnit!Any MC's left standin without skills get reprimandedand branded with out logo, Organized for doloWithout affiliation the crews duo teams and solos[Chorus] w/ minor variations[Pharoahe Monch]We the employees of the year, yeah we back againWe took time off, to get our business shit correct[Prince Poetry]Select, directions so we can all connectCollect, the shack before we start to catch wreckMost want to be but dem can't see suchStill makin moves kid I'm mad quick on the clutchPrince (Poe!) rebel of rap black knight with the PharoaheI take flight and ever since day one, niggaz was tightNow I, shuffle hands you and your mans never dealtOrganized is on the wax, wax upon feltImbicilic MC's get treated like a tuna meltThey gettin ate rate us at top speeds, of a stealthjet fighter in light of a million two-thousand and eightI'm Jet Screamer baby, "Ahh ahh" I make you bounce rock skateroll take 'em off the glass, I'm moldin new ashes (what?!)when Southside's finest commence to lace thisparty now it's bubblin (ehh ehh) I'm strugglinwith this Henny and cherries I bury, adversariesand you know this, maaaaan!HaAnd you ain't got to lie, god damn[Chorus]
