If you botch up, what's in that
Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend
With their tongues hangin' out
You must be honest and true to the next
(Man)
Musically the Quest, is on the rise
We gotta make moves
Dishin' out the plastic, do the dance till you spastic
We gotta make moves
Still got room on the truck, load the back boom
Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes
Time is an inanimate object
Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen
Time is running and past and passing and running
(What)
That continually, I pop my Zulu
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves
Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work
(Come on, come on)
(Man)
Time is dancing, moving lingering all memories of past
All the way to Africa A.K.A. 'The Motherland'
We gotta make moves
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves
Praying and praying and praying for [Inaudible]
We gotta be a winner all the time
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves
A pair of Nike, size ten-and-a-half
Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity
We gotta make moves
We gotta make moves
Beats that are hard, beats that are funky
Of this black man, through black woman victim
What you gotta do to is know that the Tribe is in the sphere
Whatever it may be in today's society
The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz
Drifting toward an average of nothingness
Is deliberately cheered L.P. filled with street goods
(Come on, come on)
But if your sis is a bitch, brother is a jerk
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves
The Abstract Poet, prominent like Shakespeare
(Come on, come on)
Songwriters: J Davis, A Muhammad, M Taylor
Only if you are noted as my man
Don't be phony and expect one not to flex
Before I had status and before I had a pager
It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie
We work hard, so we gotta thank God
My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop
Running and past and passing and running
Bonafied strong, you need leverage to sever
Publisher: UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z TUNES LLC.
It's all expected, things are for the lookin'
If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin'"
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves
All it is, is the code of the streets
Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand
Every time you see them they're chasing some white woman
You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis
Until it can be retarded for its own destiny
'Cuz we gotta strive for longevity
If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby
That's the right hand, Black Man
Time, time is a ship on a merciless sea
So what can you do in the times which exist
Listen to the rhyme, 'cuz it's time to make gravy
The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin' like Michael
Everything is fair, at least that's how it seems to me
Doing what we feel for the music is the proof
We gotta make moves
We on these excursions so you must realize
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves
You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop
From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks
You can find it on your rack in your record store
So listen to the knowledge bein' dropped over beats
(Store)
If you don't like it, get off the Zulu tip
If I get the credit, then I'll think I deserve it
Back in the days when I was a teenager
If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it
(Come on, come on)
And planted on the ground, the act is so together
If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored
And appreciated, 'cuz we're ever so glad we made it
And whites, blacks and reporters at night
Time is running out on black power Africans today
I said, "Well daddy, don't you know that things go in cycles
(Come on, come on)
With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks
Listen to the rhyme, to get a mental picture
We gotta make moves
(Come on, come on)
(Come on, come on)
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves
(Come on, come on)
Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime
Why do I say that, 'cuz I gotta speak the truth man
(Excursions)
If you dis, it gets drastic
We gotta make moves