Move On

[Sadat X, Diamond, Shawn Black talking] Check it, check it, check it the new reign Yeah, Wild Cowboys, 1-2-1-2 yeah Diamond D, D-I-T-C, the Crates Brand Nubian still up in here, no question I'm Shawn Black, so stop asking me questions [Verse 1] This solo thing I'm doin' here is real to me The most serious thing in my life, I can say up to this point My reputation is at stake, this where the men are mad Separate me from the sons put me with the big guns My energy now radiates from leads, grow trees I'm every time like crime on frustrated black men Hey you and ya buddy, y'all both need to study That my past records shows my pros is untraceable Flows will lace that ass, full fold in and I'm nice now, five years ago way back in the beginning When I was runnin' in back yards While people was playin' cards And eatin' barbecue, I'm one of the only few Sayin' take that pork off ya motherfuckin' fork Then they would front and cut out the mic And I'd be out on my bike Now Lil' Mo was there, Marvin Spark was there This is in the eighties now, the start of my long career [Hook] Move on, black man, move on Move on, black man, move on New year, same game, same shit goes on New year, same game, same shit goes on [Verse 2] We was young cats playin' Latin quarters We was playin' roof top, yeah don't stop And I was there at Union Square when KRS-One did his thing So y'all know what I'm bringin' to this ball game I got stacks of rhymes and papers and notes Lil' phrases written and my catchiest quotes I free them Hatians off them boats and give em' the finest ocean liners I hate brothers that's walkin' but mentally in recliners Hey who's that behind with the plastic and them scanners In the year 2000 will ya be on ya manners In concentration camps, wet floors and cold And population control keeps ya welfare comin' No more big fams, Uncle Sam damns And this MC Big Brother want the platinum At your expense, niggas ain't been heard from since I walk light and carry the big stick Give out my views to blacks and Jews and whoever choose to get hit With my shit I'm like the snowball effect And y'all should all stand erect when I pass Corporal with the ranch groove style, leadin' profile First leave the whole crowd thirsty and wet Wild Cowboys leadin' New York and that's my set I'm down with Lil' L and my man Akinyele I love her but I can't stand her mother Me and her brother ain't had the blessings to lead Kind of hard that I'm the G-O-D [Hook] [Verse 3] Yeah my rent is due and the phone bill too Long distance is dead, got to see ConAir All of these bills is risin' in my head But wait I got the child support Got the car note as the after thought Got the school loan then after college that was blown Did I forget with my car a lot of tickets I owe Now niggas hate, my youth it constantly grows Always need clothes, hey that's how it goes Word, and my wife, I gotta keep my home life in tact Some of her friends try to end me then try to act friendly That's that bullshit, yo now that's that bullshit Now my crew all money and I'm tellin' em' to hang on I'm tryin' to hang but sometimes that don't be workin' Nigas talkin' about gettin' a package and goin' down South and murkin' In Carolinas or to VA with the stash spot Tryin' to hit the jackpot, tryin' to hit the jackpot [Sadat X, Diamond (D.I.T.C.), Shawn Black ad-libs]