Lyrics

MOVE YA BODY

(…get up and go…)
…Move ya body body…

VERSE 1:
Whether I hand jot rhymes/
or laser print - they’re hot lines/
like a 900 numer/
you’re lying under cover/
like the boogey man is coming/
John Wick part six/
you’re not safe in your apartment/
so where’s your heart kid?/
who said you’re special just because?… who declared you a boss?/
man you don’t even got your shit together, …you don’t carry your cross/
with dignity, nobility/
not cuz you lack the ability/
we choose to be the villain willingly/
and cry victim screams/
but the reality is we do it to ourselves/
and we can undo it/
kick it’s ass, kung fu it/
run the race with one shoe and/
get behind the finish line/
if you just put it in your mind/
that this the time/
you’ll skip the nine/
hour binge watching session/
man, I think y’all just getting/
too damn comfortable/
think me lie? …look what it’s done to you/
afraid of trying something new/
just tough it through/
see the difference between me and these other fools/
is they THINK… while I just fuckin’ DO!/

HOOK:
You can rise, limit is the skies/
(…ponte las pilas…)
do it cuz Fresco said so/
(…what up Jacque?…)
human kind you know that you can shine/
(…you looking beautiful…)
from burbs to ghettos, let’s go!/
(…let’s go!…)

VERSE 2:
Man, it’s hard to keep with the times, when wold is changing so fast/
we looking like laser discs in the days of Cromecast/
and I’m grateful I could never go back/
negotiated peace with the past me, yo’ we practically bromance/
took a long damn time, and a ton of work but I finally got here/
cheers! …got a bottle in hand - but no, it’s not beer/
cuz that shit makes you slow/
i prefer that H2O/
man, I’m tryini’ to blaze some dro/
so I’m on my way to Boe’s/
I got some tracks to bounce/
so I cop a half an ounce/
write with my back to couch/
and let these raps come out/
I spit nasty like your mama after ass-to-mouth/
she wasn’t ready for the ‘D’ and now she’s passing out/
man, I’m just joking ‘bout ‘cha momz, let’s get back to the topic/
see, you’re still carrying that bag of bricks, you have to just drop it/
so you can do what you love, afraid or not tater tot/
because you miss the mark a hundred percent of the time that you don’t take the shot/

HOOK:
You can rise, limit is the skies/
(…ponte las pilas…)
do it cuz Fresco said so/
(…what up Jacque?…)
human kind you know that you can shine/
(…you looking beautiful…)
from burbs to ghettos, let’s go!/
(…let’s go!…)
(…move ya body body…)

BRIDGE;
…So, it’s not about shaking your bum bum on the dance floor/
it’s about us getting moving like fast forward/
some pause too long, and some of y’all play too much/
getting’ drunk at Dave and Busters with someone’s baby’s mother/
…see, it’s not about shaking your bum bum on the dance floor/
it’s about us getting moving like fast forward/
some pause too long, and some of y’all play too much/
getting’ drunk at Dave and Busters with another baby’s mother/

VERSE 3:
We take two steps forward and five back/
it’s like that/
derailing off the right track/
too weak to fight back/
man, we need some home cooked meals instead of these light snacks/
gotta try and stop walking frozen lakes where the ice cracked/
and maybe stop gettin’ our dicks caught in our own flys/
acting like we’re trapped in them Chilean coal mines/
you first world problem having snowflakes are so sad/
my heart goes out to them families fleeing their homelands/
you want america greater bro/
then make it so/
don’t be a follower afraid to grow/
be the one that pave the road/
and move ya body body… like Chelsea Hill do/
they laid concrete over us roses, and yet we still grew/
cuz a person with a ‘why’ can overcome any ‘how’/
not resolutions or petty vows, but hard work, and sweaty brows/
this lady said i need to leave the store, she won’t let me browse/
thinkin’ I’m ‘bout to shoplift cuz I dress poor… somebody tell these clowns/
…to move their body bodies…/

HOOK:
You can rise, limit is the skies/
(…ponte las pilas…)
do it cuz Fresco said so/
(…what up Jacque?…)
human kind you know that you can shine/
(…you looking beautiful…)
from burbs to ghettos, let’s go!/
(…let’s go!…)
(…move ya body body…)