Move On Lyrics
| Song | Move On |
| Artist | Erick Sermon |
| Album | Double or Nothing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro： | |
| (laughing) yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those, | |
| Flavori*******s, mackado*******s, 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 anti**** *******t you have to keep away from my nose | |
| And i'm the, bombest rhymer, check my steez | |
| My vocals are like *******s, 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 ******* slugger | |
| So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, i react freakin' to songs | |
| When ******* see me perform, ******* say i strickly brake vertibraes | |
| Bones back, *******y 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 *******t 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 ****st 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 ******* slide in 93, but this year, he's ******' 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, *******s 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 ******* your automatics | |
| I've had it up to here, you *******s 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 *******t | |
| *******s 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. |
| Intro: | |
| laughing yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those, | |
| Flavori s, mackado s, 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 anti t you have to keep away from my nose | |
| And i' m the, bombest rhymer, check my steez | |
| My vocals are like s, 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 slugger | |
| So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, i react freakin' to songs | |
| When see me perform, say i strickly brake vertibraes | |
| Bones back, y 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 t 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 edouble bring the st 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 slide in 93, but this year, he' s ' 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, s 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 your automatics | |
| I' ve had it up to here, you s 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 t | |
| s 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, nyc 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. |
| Intro: | |
| laughing yeah, coming to you like, yeah, you know another one of those, | |
| Flavori s, mackado s, 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 anti t you have to keep away from my nose | |
| And i' m the, bombest rhymer, check my steez | |
| My vocals are like s, 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 slugger | |
| So ring thee alarm, when your tv is on, i react freakin' to songs | |
| When see me perform, say i strickly brake vertibraes | |
| Bones back, y 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 t 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 edouble bring the st 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 slide in 93, but this year, he' s ' 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, s 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 your automatics | |
| I' ve had it up to here, you s 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 t | |
| s 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, nyc 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. |
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