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[Talib Kweli]C'mon c'mon ya ya ya ya yaGet 'em up, get 'em up whatGet 'em up, get 'em up whatGet 'em up, get 'em up whatYo, yo, yoWhat's with the melodrama?Fella's wanna hover in my cypher like a helicopterLike it's a special honorThe stealth bomba, gem droppaMake the ghetto holla, Inter-Conta-NentalTakin you high like sky diversWhen we spark with live wiresOriginal, cavemen quest for my fireExpress my desire to drop this new shitThese record executives keep tellin me y'all stupidNow if they right, Shut The Fuck Up!Revolutionaries throw your guns upWhether you a bourgeois broad who actin stuck upOr some ignorant thug motherfucker shootin the club upWe gonna make y'all feel this, break y'all spiritIf y'all fake that realness, word we bringin itRingin it in from the new millenuim to way after thatI call these cats Reynolds cuz they plastic wrap[Chorus]Kill all the yappin lets make it happenYou cats ain't real, you just a re-enactmentBetter yet, dramatizationSoon as the director say action you start fakinI start breakinThe whole joint start shakinThis ain't the time or place for you to prove somethingCut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'![woman's voice and Talib Kweli]Move Somethin' (move somthin)Move Somethin' (move somthin)Move Somethin' (move somthin)Move Somethin' (move somthin)[Talib Kweli](Word.. alright bring it back to the top)To be continued...Lets see what's next up on the menu run up in youLyrics that be fuckin with youIn the mental, pick any mental - instru, funda, detriExtra Extra large like the borough of brooklyn the residentialExi-stential-ist specialistLike Sly Stone wit my poem and fly songRide along with cats who live great and die strong, wordWe gonna rock till nothin else mattersY'all catch bodies, we catch excellent cadaversYour next of kin an' shatter stories splattered in the tabloidsErase your trace like your cotton mouth and we pepperment altoidsStep in the high reppin the spot called flatbushWhether rappers or actors you still feel the gat bustThe abstract then becomes the realityAlcoholics like to call it the moment of clarity[Chorus]Kill all the yappin lets make it happenYou cats ain't real, you just a re-enactmentBetter yet, dramatizationSoon as the director say action you start fakinI start breakinThe whole joint start shakinThis ain't the time or place for you to prove somethingCut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'![woman's voice and Talib Kweli]Move Somethin' (move somthin)Move Somethin' (move somthin)Move Somethin' (move somthin)Move Somethin' (move somthin)more