Your Move
[Hook 4X - imitating Big Daddy Kane on "The Symphony"]
You, got to groove...
Freeze, stand still, MOVE

[Gift of Gab]
Huffin' and puffin', the track is bumpin discussions
On how we crushin' and snuffin'
The one's that bluffin', it's nothin'
And while they lunchin', we bustin'
To get you, up in the club and
We keep you wantin' and dubbin'
Dig it like somethin' you puffin' on
Fill it up in your stomach to your astonishment, on a mission
The marvelous, starvenous, verbal novelist, killin' 'em softly
Offin them, often they in a coffin, we drillin' them, taunt 'em
All in the tournament, in the bottomless pit again
Pardon me, but this art is like the parliament rockets parkin
All on yo' gardens and lawns just like potholes, sonically stompin'
Up on a mission of dominance, solid flawless, so obvious
Callin' y'all to the ball to get off the wall, everybody yes

[Hook] X 4
You, got to groove...
Freeze, stand still, MOVE

[Verse 2: Gift of Gab]
I've been to Africa, Brazil, everywhere across the Americas
Canada, France, Italy, Copenhagen, Australia
Everywhere, every time, every audience, ma** hysteria
Some rappers make good records, but live they are a failure
Mailin' your area, special delivery carrier
Tearin' the various barriers, 'til everyone's everyone
Whether you're heavy or Libra, or Aries, or Lebanese
Vegetarian, Ebony, Ivory, seventeen or ninety-THREE
I don't care if you're arrogant, or inherit inheritance
From yo' parents' parents and then didn't share it with N'ER N***A
Prepare if you dare, to get yo' HANDS IN THE AIR
It's rare form, Mary'll shake her derriere witcha
BEAR witness to SNARE kicks that'll TEAR rip through
The blarin' speaker woofers that pummel into the AIR hit cha
It's there witcha, yo' cares lifted, don't stare driftin'
The airs shiftin' slightly, so come into the lair, get some

"Party people, you are now being rocked by the sounds
Of Chief Xcel and the Gift of Gab, Blackalicious
We're here to take you higher, y'all!
And I want everybody from side, to side
In the front and the back
Everybody in the building
[Verse 3: Gift of Gab - through speakerphone then normal]
Jumpin' and movin'
And dancin' and sweatin'
And shoutin' and grindin'
And bobbin' and weavin'
We takin' you outta yo' mind
And the science applyin' this, high in the sky in this pilots
Flyin' this, dilate iris, wireless mics
The fire is bright, retire, I'm sire, you're squire
And dire straits, admirin' higher intelligence, dialect science (*exhales*)
I elect my-self Vice Prez, I'll belt
Rappers that lie to get by and get fried
And left by their self scientists
Thrive when this guy is lit, try and spit fire
With my intent I in-vent sciences, try the best with no side effects
Buy a vest or be lyin' in rest, tryin' to test
The eye in the eyes of the vi-brant lion
With iron tiger fists

[Hook and guitar riff] X 4
You, got to groove...
Freeze, stand still, MOVE