Move - Album Version

Intro: Q-Tip

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

Verse 1: Q-Tip

I'm just a brotherman, descendant of the motherland

I **** 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

Hook: Q-Tip

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, let's move! And get down

Verse 2: Q-Tip

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, po-lice not 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 ****a 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?

Hook: Q-Tip

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

Outro: Q-Tip

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

Verse 1

Gather around, the Renaissance man has finally appeared

And I'm astonishing rap characters are cause of the tears

Quasimodo and the quotables excrete from my mouth

And no doubt, we rubbed you wrong and rubbin you out

To try to tackle such a problem is a foolish goal

And when the opposition's Abstract, bless your soul

There are degrees of MCs but none on the level

Of the other vocalist, precious like metal

Makin all my rounds through the towns like physician

I be curing impure emcees, plagued with disease

So take a spoonful of Poet Penicillin and

Sit back and listen to your man as I fill it in the Renaissance..

R-r-rap, Renaissance...

This is the Renaissance..

This is the Renaissance..

Verse 2

So here we go, now

It is the Midnight Marauder on the scene

Geographically earthed in a place called Queens

I was formed with my principles, way I displayed

How I used to MC where all the other kids played

Cause I was way too ill, so I would hone my skill

And go out in the park and let my chemicals spill

Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark

Two dudes, niggas would dip from us, me, and NARCS

And then my, legend would grow on the A-train line

Where brothers would gather to see me blowin nicks and dimes

It was me, Big, Pete, Tanya, and Sir Ibu

And the heat of the cipher, I was not libel

From all the casualties of the dutty MCs

I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea

So get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead

Night of the living MCs', the weak ones fled

And the stage is the pulpit, Renaissance won't quit

We gon' baptize y'all for your benefit

We been aligned and assigned to change

Rearrange all your molecules like Dr. Strange

Making cultures move, if you disapprove

You can keep loudmouthin, ain't gon bust a groove

You see the object of the game is we don't see it as one

We don't quit, bullshit, and we never lost, son

Deeper than the oceans and expand like air

We be vast indeed and if your hearing's impaired

We got the perfect remedy for you tonight

Just put your ear to it, it's like dynamite

And it's the Renaissance Rap

Uh, uh, it's the Renaissance...

It is the Renaissance

Uh...cause it's the Renaissance

It's the Renaissance...Rap

It is the Renaissance Rap...

Verse 3

Now lookin at ya clock, you know that it's time

To hear real ill beats combinated with rhymes

Brought to you by the person at the T-O-P

That be G-O-D, and I be T-I-P

The promoter of the flyness, witness wit iris

Of this lame and he came, but I'm the royal highness

Don't'cha ever forget, who put the pep in ya step

We made it cool to wear medallions and say hotep

And this beat is suh'thin that you can't recover up from

You better off joinin the force because we can't be done

Listen, we on this mission and it's a go

So welcome to the Renaissance in stereo

It's the Renaissance