Текст (слова) песни: Dj Muggs - Move Ahead

Intro:

Real skills, bronx styles, cypress ave meets cypress hill

Real hip-hop, bounce to this shit motherfuckers, read em!

You know whats up, shrap!

Commisioner gordon rock on

Tony touch yall rock on

Kid capri yeah rock on

Dj kenny coffin yo rock on

Verse 1:

In 199-sess, krs is in his peak-in

You are weak-in and collapse like mike, collect the beacon

You talk more ish than a cellullar

You cant last, just call me enema

Cos I give that ass-troid, heaven and mergatroid

Im that six, umm, microphone-holdin humanoid

Pyschological like sigmund freud

But I get annoyed cos these rappers have no brain

These hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaine

They got no skill or game

They sellin that commercial let me say it

"ask for minoxadil with rogaine"

True skills I will explain

The teacher breaks this whole shit down plain

Chorus:

West coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho

East coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho

Time for us to move ahead, no-ho-ho

B-boy hip-hop is dead, no

We must move ahead (x8)

Verse 2:

People always say when they see us, teach us

So we move by the inch, teachin only some of it, believe us

Hustlas and players and hos will never leave us

They been around since mary magdalene and jesus

Run wit it, pimps and players run the government

We been raised on a tonne of it thats why were lovin it

Bein a player is cool when you a kid

Until you get sent up for a eight year bid

Now you use and abuse and serve like hell

Til one day you are found face down upon the ground

Two shots to the dome, we need to switch quick

Dyin over what you players, I think, call a bitch

Im not a player hater cos I hate no one

But when you start destroyin hip-hop, you gots ta go, son

Government attack one whos brainwashed

Government attack two who is, yes, brain rinsed

Government attack three is for you and me

To constantly dream about the lex with bulletproof tints

Its pointless to think Im knockin ya

If you a pimp, be a pimp, Ill be a philosopher

So the....

Chorus

Verse 3:

Y-yes are the intelligent, we descend on every establishment

In the east or west, microphone grabbin it

Chess-to-chess, lyrical confrontation is dope

For the hip-hop nation, yet our hope, your scope

Is broader than who can kill who and who got the biggest crew?

Thats why black people cannot seem to break thru

Its like crabs in a pot when one crab reaches the top

Other crabs wish to pull down and blood (bloods)

Im not understandin whats all the fuss

Hip-hop belongs to all of us

The east created it, the west decorated it

Learn the lesson, the unified picture is black expression

When black expression heights itself

It becomes black digression leadin to depression in health

Now question these ideas today

If hip-hop was destroyed could we blame the cia

Or the fbi, youd be a motherfuckin lie-

-er, li-ar, pants on fire-er

Conspiracy theories are contrise or we keep them on the shelf

We got no one to blame but ourselves

So....

Chorus

We must move ahead (x8)

All beef is dead!

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Dj Muggs - Move Ahead Intro: Real skills, bronx styles, cypress ave meets cypress hill Real hip-hop, bounce to this shit motherfuckers, read em! You know whats up, shrap! Commisioner gordon rock on Tony touch yall rock on Kid capri yeah rock on Dj kenny coffin yo rock on Verse 1: In 199-sess, krs is in his peak-in You are weak-in and collapse like mike, collect the beacon You talk more ish than a cellullar You cant last, just call me enema Cos I give that ass-troid, heaven and mergatroid Im that six, umm, microphone-holdin humanoid Pyschological like sigmund freud But I get annoyed cos these rappers have no brain These hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaine They got no skill or game They sellin that commercial let me say it "ask for minoxadil with rogaine" True skills I will explain The teacher breaks this whole shit down plain Chorus: West coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho East coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho Time for us to move ahead, no-ho-ho B-boy hip-hop is dead, no We must move ahead (x8) Verse 2: People always say when they see us, teach us So we move by the inch, teachin only some of it, believe us Hustlas and players and hos will never leave us They been around since mary magdalene and jesus Run wit it, pimps and players run the government We been raised on a tonne of it thats why were lovin it Bein a player is cool when you a kid Until you get sent up for a eight year bid Now you use and abuse and serve like hell Til one day you are found face down upon the ground Two shots to the dome, we need to switch quick Dyin over what you players, I think, call a bitch Im not a player hater cos I hate no one But when you start destroyin hip-hop, you gots ta go, son Government attack one whos brainwashed Government attack two who is, yes, brain rinsed Government attack three is for you and me To constantly dream about the lex with bulletproof tints Its pointless to think Im knockin ya If you a pimp, be a pimp, Ill be a philosopher So the.... Chorus Verse 3: Y-yes are the intelligent, we descend on every establishment In the east or west, microphone grabbin it Chess-to-chess, lyrical confrontation is dope For the hip-hop nation, yet our hope, your scope Is broader than who can kill who and who got the biggest crew? Thats why black people cannot seem to break thru Its like crabs in a pot when one crab reaches the top Other crabs wish to pull down and blood (bloods) Im not understandin whats all the fuss Hip-hop belongs to all of us The east created it, the west decorated it Learn the lesson, the unified picture is black expression When black expression heights itself It becomes black digression leadin to depression in health Now question these ideas today If hip-hop was destroyed could we blame the cia Or the fbi, youd be a motherfuckin lie- -er, li-ar, pants on fire-er Conspiracy theories are contrise or we keep them on the shelf We got no one to blame but ourselves So.... Chorus We must move ahead (x8) All beef is dead! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Move Ahead: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/16726.html Все тексты песен: Dj Muggs » Dj Muggs - John 3:16 » Dj Muggs - Battle of 2001 » Dj Muggs - It Could Happen to You » Dj Muggs - John 316 » Dj Muggs - Razor to Your Throat » Dj Muggs - Battle Of 2001 » Dj Muggs - New York Undercover » Dj Muggs - Devil in a Blue Dress » Dj Muggs - Decisions decisions » Dj Muggs - When The Fat Lady Sings » Dj Muggs - Life Is Tragic » Dj Muggs - You Better Believe It » Dj Muggs - John 3: 16 » Dj Muggs - Don`t Trip » Dj Muggs - Millennium Thrust » Dj Muggs - Move Ahead » Dj Muggs - It Could Happen To You » Dj Muggs - We All Die Someday » Dj Muggs - Heavy Weights » Dj Muggs - Suckers Are Hiding Рекомендуем скачать: » Foxy Brown - I`ll be » Funkmaster Flex f Ginuwine - How Would You Like It? » fifteen - Domination=Destruction » Funkmaster Flex f Method Man, Redman - The Mix Tape Volume 1: 60 Minutes of Fun » fools garden - Meanwhile » F-Minus - Final Bullet » Freddie Foxxx aka Bumpy Knuckles - ChanceSellor » Fish - View From The Hill » Frank Zappa - Advance Romance » Foo Fighters - new way home \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Fleetwood Mac - Say you will » Firewind - Firewind Raging » Fun Lovin Criminals - Bombin` The L (Circa 1956 Version) » Frank Sinatra - I Give You My Word » fugazi - link track \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » fugazi - Latest Disgrace » Fiction Plane - Sickness » Funkmaster Flex f Cool Whip, Havoc, Trag - The Mix Tape Volume 1: 60 Minutes of Fun » Fatima Mansions, The - The Holy Mugger » Faithfull Marianne - Nuit D`t
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