C'mon c'mon ya ya ya ya ya 
Get 'em up, get 'em up what 
Get 'em up, get 'em up what 
Get 'em up, get 'em up what 
Yo, yo, yo 
What's with the melodrama? 
Fella's wanna hover in my cypher like a helicopter 
Like it's a special honor 
The stealth bomba, gem droppa 
Make the ghetto holla, Inter-Conta-Nental 
Takin you high like sky divers 
When we spark with live wires 
Original, cavemen quest for my fire 
Express my desire to drop this new shit 
These record executives keep tellin me y'all stupid 
Now if they right, Shut The Fuck Up! 
Revolutionaries throw your guns up 
Whether you a bourgeois broad who actin stuck up 
Or some ignorant thug motherf**ker shootin the club up 
We gonna make y'all feel this, break y'all spirit 
If y'all fake that realness, word we bringin it 
Ringin it in from the new millenuim to way after that 
I call these cats Reynolds cuz they plastic wrap 

Kill all the yappin lets make it happen 
You cats ain't real, you just a re-enactment 
Better yet, dramatization 
Soon as the director say action you start fakin 
I start breakin 
The whole joint start shakin 
This ain't the time or place for you to prove something 
Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'! 

Move Somethin' (move somthin) 
Move Somethin' (move somthin) 
Move Somethin' (move somthin) 
Move Somethin' (move somthin) 

(Word.. alright bring it back to the top) 
To be continued... 
Lets see what's next up on the menu run up in you 
Lyrics that be f**kin with you 
In the mental, pick any mental - instru, funda, detri 
Extra Extra large like the borough of brooklyn the residential 
Exi-stential-ist specialist 
Like Sly Stone wit my poem and fly song 
Ride along with cats who live great and die strong, word 
We gonna rock till nothin else matters 
Y'all catch bodies, we catch excellent cadavers 
Your next of kin an' shatter stories splattered in the tabloids 
Erase your trace like your cotton mouth and we pepperment altoids 
Step in the high reppin the spot called flatbush 
Whether rappers or actors you still feel the gat bust 
The abstract then becomes the reality 
Alcoholics like to call it the moment of clarity 

Kill all the yappin lets make it happen 
You cats ain't real, you just a re-enactment 
Better yet, dramatization 
Soon as the director say action you start fakin 
I start breakin 
The whole joint start shakin 
This ain't the time or place for you to prove something 
Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'! 

Move Somethin' (move somthin) 
Move Somethin' (move somthin) 
Move Somethin' (move somthin) 
Move Somethin' (move somthin)