Move

She's a dancing machine...

Here we come yo

Here we come

Here we come yo

Here we come

Here we come yo

Here we come

Here we come yo

Here we come

Here we come yo

Here we come

Here we come yo

Here we come

I'm just a brotherman descendant of the motherland

I fuck with blackberries and dimes and butter tens

Good on my right and trouble on my other hand

Life is a tight rope I'm dyin' the balance in

And by the end hopefully I be the balance-man

A simple dude who can exude the talents and

I am the captain of the hot blooded caravan

Spread in a different look to charred and battered lands

It's outta function I see girls that can top it off

I hold mines while these cowboys pop it off

You just a movie-dude claimin' that you pop-soft

This shit's like cold grits without the hot sauce

This government seems to me like it's off course

Come on come on

Let's move and get down

{Like it's off course}

Come on come on

Let's move {This government} and get down

Come on come on

Let's move and get down

{Ride with me, come on}

Come on come on

Let's move and get down

Your dubious style may rock for right now

But in the long run, you really lost one

Jamaica, Queens-man land of the tossed gun

It's never easy police nah sees we

Go through the checkpoints birds flip to po nine

I got a bad bird nicknamed her sunshine

I treats her so kind sweetening her at nighttime

Into the right tunes we hit the right rhymes

I dig her fashion smash into my memory

And in the club shorty stays real into me

A humble dude and never will pretend to be

The type of artist that's desired for the industry

Came in this fucka me and I'm a leave me

And in the end B you would believe me that I'm a leave me

So what's a industry if the listeners will always stand beside me?

Come on come on

Let's move and get down

Come on come on

Let's move and get down

Come on come on

Let's move and get down

Come on come on

Let's move and get down

[Chorus 1: Q-Tip]