Move On - Sandpeople

It’s my right to duck the limelight

And view it from the silhouette

It’s the swagger in hindsight

That’ll make the crooked head swivel neck

It’s not as complex as it seems

But it’s more than a simple threat

This is NW terror for the tipped cup bearers

Dig dug dirty, hard work for the dedicated fans

Cause when this shit hits 'em all they do is throw up their hands

And that’s big up worthy, when the nation’s in a trance

And they don’t fall to the mercy of that same old song and dance

Make man, woman, and child gather 'round it

They weren’t found dumbed down with Dumbfounded

When the song’s poundin'

We don’t just push the envelope (nope), we move mountains

Hop in the crowd and puff a cloud and take in my surroundings

Now if you’re sick of the shit that they’re selling your kids

(Move on)

Consumed by the glamour, compelled by the glitz

(Move on)

Don’t be fooled by the camera man, they’ll shoot ya quick

(Move on)

You either stand up, get down, man up, or just

(Move on)

We ain’t the ones you wanna make a move on

Every hit’s all a defense until it’s going, going, gone

I’ll take another dose, my friend, I need to elevate

The walls are closing in slow

How can I illustrate, oh

I got it

That’s work, ten hours straight

Another doja binge, break

Throwing smoke in my face, pick up and go

Attached to my raps, laptop, and cellphone

I’ve never been so in touch and felt so alone

Sword in the stone in my own day and age

And let’s face facts

I’ll never cross tracks unless my DJ crossfades

I’m in a Northwest state of mind

Where the Hip Hop’s ahead of its time

But all you see is debris from the g-g-g-g-grind

Here’s a rim-shot for your mind and a chai for the drive

Don’t need to syndicate nor simulate we’re coming at you live

Now if you’re sick of the shit that they’re selling your kids

(Move on)

Consumed by the glamour, compelled by the glitz

(Move on)

Don’t be fooled by the camera man, they’ll shoot ya quick

(Move on)

You either stand up, get down, man up, or just

(Move on)

We ain’t the ones you wanna make a move on

Every hit’s all a defense until it’s going, going, gone

This one right here’s to let y’all know (know!)

Everything that glitters ain’t gold (gold!)

It don’t matter how many records you sold (sold!)

Especially if you sold your soul (soul!)

Why did the emcee cross the road?

(road!)

Cause he thought crossing over was the way to go (go!)

You can catch me on the underground railroad (yea!)

Laying tracks like that baby, lock and load

Hurdle every obstacle when purple in an optimal

No pursuit’s impossible, curb you on the cobblestone

As long as I got needle and thread, I got it sown

It’s Gold and Sandpeople music, I gotta keep it moving

Now if you’re sick of the shit that they’re selling your kids

(Move on)

Consumed by the glamour, compelled by the glitz

(Move on)

Don’t be fooled by the camera man, they’ll shoot ya quick

(Move on)

You either stand up, get down, man up, or just

(Move on)

We ain’t the ones you wanna make a move on

Every hit’s all a defense until it’s going, going, gone