ORGANIZED KONFUSION - Move lyrics

Uhh, check it, uhh, yo

[Chorus: Organized Konfusion]

What we came to do today is drop the science

and spread love your ways peoples, you better move somethin

We get the fire started inside of the party

You know how my herd play love, you better move somethin

Money grillin gruntin, playin the role frontin

Get off the wall, come have a ball, killer move somethin

Shit muh'fuckers recognize

It's Organized (fuck shit up) bitch you better move somethin

[Pharoahe Monch]

Yeah yeah, I said yes yes y'all (yes yes y'all)

to the beat y'all (to the beat y'all)

When I'm in the club I rub-a-dub and be like havin a ball

Now hey heY hEY HEYYYY!

We gonna rock a little bit like this I say (ha!)

Cops lingerin, singlin me out for figurin

thoughts of stranglin me up, while I'm just single and minglin

with my crew (true) we sing-a-long to shing-a-ling

Bring along a friend if she don't mind seein the ding-a-ling

The ting-a-ling-a-ling, school bell ringin

Niggaz back up, when the Monch starts singin

Mii mii mii, now I yearn

Aiyyo! Get off the wall and get concerned

We bout to move this planet I'm f'real god damnit!

Any MC's left standin without skills get reprimanded

and branded with out logo, Organized for dolo

Without affiliation the crews duo teams and solos

[Chorus: w/ minor variations]

[Pharoahe Monch]

We the employees of the year, yeah we back again

We took time off, to get our business shit correct

[Prince Poetry]

Select, directions so we can all connect

Collect, the shack before we start to catch wreck

Most want to be but dem can't see such

Still makin moves kid I'm mad quick on the clutch

Prince (Poe!) rebel of rap black knight with the Pharoahe

I take flight and ever since day one, niggaz was tight

Now I, shuffle hands you and your mans never dealt

Organized is on the wax, wax upon felt

Imbicilic MC's get treated like a tuna melt

They gettin ate rate us at top speeds, of a stealth

jet fighter in light of a million two-thousand and eight

I'm Jet Screamer baby, "Ahh ahh" I make you bounce rock skate

roll take 'em off the glass, I'm moldin new ashes (what?!)

when Southside's finest commence to lace this

party now it's bubblin (ehh ehh) I'm strugglin

with this Henny and cherries I bury, adversaries

and you know this, maaaaan! Ha

And you ain't got to lie, god damn

[Chorus]