Blackalicious Your Move Lyrics

[Chorus x4: imitating Big Daddy Kane on “The Symphony”]

You, got to groove…

Freeze, stand still, MOVE

[Gift of Gab]

Huffin and puffin, this track is bumpin discussion

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, YOU [echoes]


[Gift of Gab]

I’ve been to Africa, Brazil, everywhere across the Americas

Canada, France, Italy, Copenhagen, Australia

Everywhere, every time, every audience, mass 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’ parent’s parent and then didn’t share it with N’ER NIGGA

Prepare if you dare, to get yo’ HANDS IN THE AIR

It’s a rare form, Mary’ll shake her derriere witcha

BEAR witness to SNARE kicks that TEAR and rip through

the blarin’ speaker woofers that pummel into the AIR [and] hit cha

It’s there witcha, yo’ cares lifted, don’t stare driftin

The airs shiftin slightly, so come into the lair, get SUM


“Party people, you are now being rocked by the sounds

of Chief Xcel and 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


[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 pio-lots

Flyin this, dia-late ir-is, 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 eyes in the eyes of the vi-brant lion with iron tiger fists

[Chorus and guitar riff]