Public Enemy feat. Sister Souljah Lyrics
"Move!"

Signed, sealed, delivered I be yours

I pour it on the breaks

Till it break laws

Givin' the gabbin'

So the brothers be havin' it

Or else the five fingers of dope'll

Be grabbin' it

Wit' no complaints

Givin' uppin' I ain't

On the mike

Like Karl Malone in the paint

Why rip a rapper

When he flow like water

I rather rush a television reporter

The frauds that tried to front

Watch ya back

Stop pullin' those lil' stunts

Assault and battery

'Cause I snatched the battery

Off his back the TV pack

Why pop the rhyme

On a rhymer when I kick it

I rather spend my time, spittin' on a bigot

Who pumped the pimp

That fed the fiends

He got jumped by the brothers in Ft. Green

They slapped the mack

That kept us back

Sucker suckin' the hood like drack

So if ya draggin' us down

Wit' the wack attitude

Get up, lookout, get out the way

Move! Move!

Get out the way

Move! Move!

One, two, three, four

Signed, sealed

Definition of a set-up

Pourin' it on and won't let up

'Cause F A L L I N

Never applied

To this brother that tried

To let you know

The folk of the American joke

That kept us broke

Now I'm ready to rap

Strong fax I swing

Like Bo Jax

I'm never calm on a bomb track

60 percent three fifths

Constituted

Huh prostituted

Why I'm mad

'Cause it's written on the paper

Right now

Muther fucker bow

Kicked the lyric about

The tricks

Of the trade and the money made

Who got the money betcha bottom

Dollar bill

Gonna find

Some rich ol' bloodline

But the blood is in the mud

Take the whack an attack it

Like a skud

To the patriotic hater

That got paid off my people

I'm rude

Lookout, get out the way

Move! Move!

Get out the way

Move! Move!

Now we gonna count the time again

Ya baby c'mon count it down

One, two, three

Come on four

Terminator

Now now now now now

Signed

An what I'm gettin' is mine

I bring the noise

To town

So let's get down

I cranked the beats

Tearin' up the street

And the park

An it ain't Mozart

Jack movin' out

'Cause the black movin' in

And it's old

I said it in

Who stole the soul?

But 92 bring

An attitude

That say I don't give a

Dame

About the old way

This is a new day

Tell Jack stay in the back

And all the other

Suckers

That don't matter

You got

Somethin' to prove

Scatter

Get out the way

Move!

That's right, get out the way

Move! Move!

Get out the way, come on

Move!

One more time we gonna count it down

One, yo baby two

Help me out come on three

That's how we are gonna break it down come on four

Break down, come on

Now now now now now now now now now