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Kj-52 - Keep It Moving lyrics
Yo
 Yo, is this mic on?
 Someone turn my mic on, man
 Stop playin', man, turn my mic on
 Yo, is this mic..
 Yo, is this...
 Yo
 Is this mic on? Grip it like a python
 Blow up like pipe bombs or even planet Krypton
 I'll grab a napkin if it's all I gots to write on
 I hittin' ya so hard ya feel it in ya protons
 Hold on
 Nah son, now ya dead wrong
 I'm hittin' ya dead on, now, it seems that ya read it wrong
 The cross that He bled on is all that I flips on
 And every mic I grip on, that's the mic that I rip on
 I got more lines than girls gettin' hit on
 I'm stayin' calm
 I'm writing these rhymes like Davidic psalms
 And if you cut me now, I'll probably bleed some Krylon
 But Christ has got me transformed like Decepticons
 I'm pressin' on, I'll make ya feel it in ya chest and arms
 Grabbin' ya palms and makin' hits like Mafia Dons
 The blood now got me covered like some napalm
 My word is born now so what's your crew waitin' on?
 My sin is gone, swingin' swords like Voltron
 And I can go on, like sentences that run on
 About my God who from now to the eons
 He's runnin' things no matter what planet you be on
 From the L.A. to the NYC
 Dirty South and all points in between
 All my peoples, worldwide, keep it movin'
 It ain't where you're from or where you're at
 It's where you're goin'
 From the L.A. to the NYC
 Dirty South and all points in between
 All my peoples, worldwide, keep it movin'
 It ain't where you're from or where you're at
 It's where you're goin'
 I'm grabbin' pens, open up the folders
 I got my pages through Motorola Boost slaves like a soldier
 You couldn't move the crowd with dynamite and a bulldozer
 I'm lettin' Jehovah rock it like a boulder
 It's showin' love from the younger to the older
 So hard knocks keep them blocks in the holsters
 So come on over 'cause nobody gets the cold shoulderKj-52 - Keep It Moving - http://motolyrics.com/kj-52/keep-it-moving-lyrics.html
 Now it's my God who awoke me from the coma
 Now, to me, MC means the Microphone Controller
 I'm stayin' in this syllabus with the verbs like the Knowda
 We hold it down, now, from here to Arizona
 Just keep it movin' now in case we never told ya
 I'm a speak this, so hate me now if you want to
 But it'll be kinda hard to do when still claim to follow Christ too
 I'm a mosey on in like this very track's tempo
 And mosey on back like word is heard from the demo
 It's mighty hard when it's not that fast, enough timin'
 On hearin' from a label after showcasin' ya best rhymin'
 Sending them an envelope with a note attached to the cassette sayin'
 "It's our new stuff, kinda rough and ain't been mixed yet"
 But stay anxious for Nathan, take some time to bill
 'Cause they automatically up the ante when ya on the playin' field
 So come closer to the speaker, because y'all don't wanna miss this
 I reckon I rank real high on the Enemy's out-to-get list
 An extra expose, exposin' all the creeps
 Did you catch the taped series on how they told ya to pull the sheets?
 'Cause a lot of us is Christians sleepin' with the opposition
 Then we snappin' under pressure, leavin' funky dispositions
 We supposed to speak bold but then we fold 'til it hurts
 And this life requires passion set to action through the works
 It's how we do, you know how we do
 From the L.A. to the NYC
 Dirty South and all points in between
 All my peoples, worldwide, keep it movin'
 It ain't where you're from or where you're at
 It's where you're goin'
 From the L.A. to the NYC
 Dirty South and all points in between
 All my peoples, worldwide, keep it movin'
 It ain't where you're from or where you're at
 It's where you're goin'
 From the L.A. to the NYC
 Dirty South and all points in between
 All my peoples, worldwide, keep it movin'
 It ain't where you're from or where you're at
 It's where you're goin'
 From the L.A. to the NYC
 Dirty South and all points in between
 All my peoples, worldwide, keep it movin'
 It ain't where you're from or where you're at
 It's where you're goin'












