[Verse 1]
It's on, breaker one, two mic checkin', flexin'
No half steppin' when I release the funky weapon
Like ricochet, ping-ping-ping
I make the fans fell it even when I sing
The green eyed bandit coming funky with the tune
Yes, I'm blowin' up like Tom Berenger in Platoon
I'm playing kinda ruff like Zapp
Whap and double back smack to all the crossover raps, Black
Who ain't down with the format
When you should be wearing khakis and not dress slacks
That's wack, you trippin', you better wake up and smell the coffee
And then back up off me
I'm serious, I can't believe some people letting fronters in
And then compare them equal, boy, you must be buggin'
You lucky you don't catch a slug in the chest in
From my Smith & Wesson
Change the outlook, change the cover of the book
You hip-hop crook, and give back what you took
It's the funk coming at ya
So don't let the crossover catch ya, boy, stay real

[Chorus]
Ooh, the way you move
Ooh, the way you move (You better wake up and smell the coffee)
Stay real (Ooh, the way you move)
Ooh, the way you move (You better wake up)
[Verse 2]
It's on again, you hear about the fake hip-hop trends
For those who can't comprehend, just ask your friends
They know the real deal of rap music
The fronting, you can't be talking loud and saying nothing
You must be true to the game, you understand
'Cause if not, I could kill you, man
For being false, plus extra fake on the tape
Talking hardcore when you soft like a piece of cake
You can't put nothing pass me that's horrendous
Because I've been here since Strictly Business
The era of Eric B. and Rakim, Biz
Public Enemy, Run-DMC, Whodini
The Beasties, Stetsa', Fresh Prince and Jazzy Jeff
LL when he was rockin' bells
Sucker, which fake emcee is rearranging the structure?
Ban the motherfucker
And don't let this happen again
Because rap could be gone the wind, so stay real

[Chorus]
Ooh, the way you move
Ooh, the way you move (You better wake up and smell the coffee)
Stay real (Ooh, the way you move)
Ooh, the way you move (Quote from Das EFX, yeah)
[Verse 3]
Yes, I'm back, Black, for those who might be confused
And lost and don't wanna pay the cost
Of an MC hardcore style type of human being
On the microphone when I be emceeing
Some fake the funk and Main Source know it
How do I know? Because MTV shows it
Clowns that should be beat down on the spot
And catching nothing but speed knots, the bumboclaats
I insist we veto all fake emcees
And wanna-bes that's worst than the AIDS disease
So wake up like a Spike Lee Joint
And don't be a knucklehead, get to the point (Word 'em up)
With the funk and pump up the volume
Make the wild tune to make the party boom
Peace to Redman, the rap funkadelic
The only emcee that's compared to Erick because I'm real

[Chorus]
Ooh, the way you move
Ooh, the way you move (You better wake up and smell the coffee)
Stay real (Ooh, the way you move)
Ooh, the way you move (You better wake up)

[Outro]
Peace, and I'm outta here
Def Squad
Nineteen-nineties
Melo in the house, word
To the fucking year 2000
3000, word up