1 Titles Found | Items 1 - 1 Displayed  Page 1     Click Here for  Printer Friendly Version   or     Artist : Inspectah Deck    Title : The Movement    Album : N/A    Genre : Hip Hop    Email this page  to a friend     [Inspectah Deck]  Ye-yeah  Smooth like a green Caddy, ya fiend badly  Heads spin like Giovanni's on the Navi  Hammers spit, quick as the darts, niggaz part  Like the Red Sea, test me, I'm sick with the art  Been held back, it's either rap or sell smack  Black Knight like Martin Lawrence run tell that  It's the I-N-S-P-E-C-T-A-H  Livin' life on the line, I hope I see daybreak  This is ground level, rounds echo out the Special  Be easy, U.D.'s out to get you  Throw it in a mash (so fast)  Known to spaz (so as)  We like strippers makin' niggaz (throw cash)  Smoke the blue green (call it Joe Cash)  Fake thugs (hold ass)  You be the next rapper (callin' Onas)  Wanna measure my size? I rise above the norm  The urban icon ridin' on the eye of the storm, fool    [Chorus: Inspectah Deck]  All my people from the front to back  If you want it like that just.. MOVE!  Get ill, no time to chill  Yo, you feel what I feel then.. MOVE!  Girlfriend, you love how it sounds  Put ya drink down and.. MOVE!  COME ON! COME ON! COME ON! COME ON!    [Inspectah Deck]  What ya do now, put ya loot down  You can bet it on the new sound  Heavy like a Hummer on deuce pounds  True hounds, on the loose in ya town  Bound to the move the crowd, it's The Movement (you down?)  Scream at the top of ya lungs  Pop one for Aaliyah, Left Eye, BIG, 'Pac and Pun  Ride with my shotgun, rock with son  Heads bop to the drums, still shocked and stunned  Comin' live y'all, gangsta like white walls  On the blue Snoop Deville, watch ya eyeballs  Blade stay choppin' the track, game top of the pack  I spit flames y'all acknowledge the fact  Find out Big Rug get it poppin' like that  Throw it down like Stackhouse, cockin' it back  So ladies? Is you wit me now? Don't fake down  Everybody brace yaselves, it's a shakedown    [Chorus]    [Inspectah Deck]  I do this for dough, but it's really for love  Feel me, it's love for hot girls, willies and thugs  My groups cross seas, call us junglin' thugs  And it's sure to move ya feet like a gun in the club  I blaze like a ounce and a half, stay countin' the cash  For all lames that doubtin' my craft  He's no pretender, he won't surrender  (He's a rebel) Don't y'all remember?  A major player in the game  Play the frontline, ain't afraid to make a change  I stay way beyond range  So far from the norm my code name's Doc Strange  Now get down with the get down  Sendin' missles to all my dogs in the big house  Make 'em wig out, Spiderman still on the web  Log on like ya clickin' the mouse, yeah!    [Chorus]