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DJ Muggs - Paroles


Soul Assassins - Album




Move Ahead


 







[Featuring KRS One]


Intro:


Reak skills Bronx styles Cypress Av meets Cypress Hill


Real hip hop bounce to this shit motherfuckers READ EM!


You know what's up SHRAP!


Commisioner Gordon rock on


Tony Touch y'all rock on


Kid Capri yeah rock on


DJ Kenny Coffin yo rock on


Verse 1:


In 199 sess KRS is in his peak in


You are weak in and collapse like Mike collect the beacon


You talk more ish than a cellullar


You can't last, just call me Enema


cos I give that ass-troid, heaven and mergatroid


I'm that six, umm, microphone-holdin humanoid


Pyschological like Sigmund Freud


But I get annoyed cos these rappers have no brain


These hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaine


They got no skill or game


They sellin that commercial let me say it "Ask for Minoxnial with row


gain"


True skills I will explain


The teacher breaks this whole shit down plain


Chorus:


West Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho


East Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho


Time for us to move ahead, no-ho-ho


B-boy hip-hop is dead, no


We must move ahead (x8)


Verse 2:


People always say when they see us, teach us


so we move by the inch, teachin only some of it, believe us


Hustlas and players and hos will never leave us


They been around since Mary Magdalene and Jesus


Run wit it, pimps and players run the government


We been raised on a tonne of it that's why we're lovin it


Bein a player is cool when you a kid


until you get sent up for a eight year bid


Now you use and abuse and serve like hell


til one day you are found face down upon the ground


two shots to the dome, we need to switch quick


Dyin over what you players, I think, call a bitch


I'm not a player hater cos I hate no one


but when you start destroyin hip-hop, you gots ta go, son


Government attack one who's brainwashed


Government attack two who is, yes, brain rinsed


Government attack three is for you and me


to constantly dream about the Lex with bulletproof tints


It's pointless to think I'm knockin ya


If you a pimp, be a pimp, I'll be a philosopher


So the....


Chorus


Verse 3:


Y-yes are the intelligent, we descend on every establishment


In the East or West, microphone grabbin it


Chess-to-chess, lyrical confrontation is dope


for the hip-hop nation, yet our hope, your scope


is broader than who can kill who and who got the biggest crew?


That's why black people cannot seem to break thru


It's like crabs in a pot when one crab reaches the top


other crabs wish to pull down and blood (BLOODS)


I'm not understandin what's all the fuss


Hip-hop belongs to all of us


The East created it, the West decorated it


Learn the lesson, the unified picture is black expression


When black expression heights itself


it becomes black digression leadin to depression in health


Now question these ideas today


If hip-hop was destroyed could we blame the CIA


or the FBI, you'd be a motherfuckin lie-


-er, li-ar, pants on fire-er


Conspiracy theories are contrise or we keep them on the shelf


We got no one to blame but ourselves


So....


Chorus


We must move ahead (x8)


All beef is dead!










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