THE PERCEPTIONISTS lyrics : "Let's Move"
Ass shakin, necks breakin, earthquakin
$#&@ a battle, we got nothin to prove
Fakts One supply the people with the groove
Hard tracks, remind me of blacks with scarred backs
These are facts, drownin in the swamp like Artacks
Boston to Fear Facts, chill, watch Miramax
flicks, then I start to get sick, hail drop
Take 39, like the "Hail Bop"
Four teachers, one male cop
Then the atmosphere will get real hot
My flow is like torrential downpours, makin steel rot
We pros, who's credentials drown yours, on the real blocks
It's not coincidental, that we cause some real spots
Appeal, god dammnit, never take it for granted
Write a memo and hand it to your receptionist
The game's about to change, here come The Perceptionists
I'm a genie, the next time you see me is ouija
It's easy, I'm foldin this dimension and breeze it
Invent horizon miles, been at Dyson
M Tyson, M Bison, the components for
Two black orators
Of the year
Yeah, hear the masters of the hemisphere
Universe
Pumpin knowledge through the verse
Intensity
Adrenaline, hip hop's propellin through my melon and
Live on David Letterman
Your sold on the brother's whole song uh
You want to hear another verse
Everybody cool, ola!
Let me some heads noddin, fists pumpin, feet stompin
Ass shakin, necks breakin, earthquakin
$#&@ a battle, we got nothin to prove
Perceptionists provide the people with the groove
Let's move, let's move, let's move
We want to show you what oppression is
So we'll speak in jail sentences
Three to five twenty-five to life
Mega trife, use a mega knife
to slice through the afterlife
So spill so ill, so chill so we'll
Take you a rhyme adventure, mind dimentia, time to venture
Time to enter with the prime inventors
of a solid center, the contential champions are stompin in your campin and
We positively lampin in your SPOT YOUR BOOTED!
Raise The Perceptionists flag, twenty-one guns saluted
Everyone's lungs polluted
Women and young included
Computers are ones recruited
Look how the hung maneuvered
Strange fruit used to swing from the Southern trees
Now there's only leaves and those who laid the path are lovin these
Discoveries and the brother's free
Others beggin please, for some empathy, enemy, there's no remedy
We cookin up that hot %#@!
But not sharin the recipe
Let me some heads noddin, fists pumpin, feet stompin
Ass shakin, necks breakin, earthquakin
$#&@ a battle, we got nothin to prove
Perceptionists provide the people with the groove
Let's move, let's move, let's move
Let me some heads noddin, fists pumpin, feet stompin
Ass shakin, necks breakin, earthquakin
$#&@ a battle, we got nothin to prove
Perceptionists provide the people with the groove
Let's move, let's move, let's move
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