Move On - Erick Sermon

featuring Redman  Passion 

Intro: 
(laughing) Yeah  coming to you like  yeah  you know another one of those  
flavorishis  mackadoshis  sour cream and onion type flavor. 

Redman: 
I rule the world like Kurtis Blow with my afro blown 
I'm torn out the frame  drunk style stagger like Ned the Wino 
For black albino  I'm like suicide on vinyle 
The type of antidope shit you have to keep away from my nose 
And I'm the, bombest rhymer, check my steez 
My vocals are like vaginas, wet an MC's when they open 
My identities, blows facilities to ememies please test these abilities 
I'm rugged, I pack a 24 studded, karrot automatic, 45 nigga slugger 
So ring thee alarm, when your TV is on, I react freakin' to songs 
When bitches see me perform, bitches say I strickly brake vertibraes 
Bones back, chinky eyed like Japs I blow states off the map 
Just by eye contact 

Hook: 
Don't get it twisted and if you do, you best to move on move on 
"Rock, rock on" - Redman (x4) 

Erick Sermon: 
Yeah, I shut down things for the moment, what? 
Paying my does for them fake ass crews (yeah) 
Who be claimin' to be the shit y'all stop 
Gimmicks, hard core lyrics for an image 
I'm stompin' 'em the beast wompin' 'em 
Brain damage is caused, girls drop they drawers to the ground 
I be's the Effect like Wrecks, rhyme skills be shooting off like two black 
techs 
Somebody stop me I'm smoking like Mask 
Shut your mouth, he's a bad, uh, like Shaft 
The E-Double bring the dopest material, way out cosmic type 
Alcoholic whisky type funk for your sissys (word up) 
Huh, I take it to the streets, if you can't run up on my turf then get some 
cleats 
I let o