Lyrics:

C'mon, c'mon ya ya ya ya ya
Get 'em up, get 'em up, what
Get 'em up, get 'em up, what
Get 'em up, get 'em up, what

Yo, yo, yo
What's with the melodrama?
Fella's wanna hover in my cypher like a helicopter
Like it's a special honor
The stealth bomber, gem dropper
Make the ghetto holler, Inter-Conta-Nental
Takin you high like skydivers
When we spark like live wires
Original, cavemen quest for my fire
Express my desire to drop this new shit
These record executives keep tellin' me y'all stupid
Now if they right, shut the fuck up
Revolutionaries throw your guns up
Whether you a bourgeois broad who acting stuck up
Or some ignorant thug motherfucker shooting the club up
We gonna make y'all feel this, break y'all spirit
If y'all fake that realness, word we bringing it
Ringing it in from the new millenuim to way after that
I call these cats Reynolds 'cuz they plastic wrap

Kill all the yapping, let's make it happen
You cats ain't real, you just a re-enactment
Better yet, dramatization
Soon as the director say action you start fakin'
I start breakin', the whole joint start shakin'
This ain't the time or place for you to prove something
Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'!

Move somethin' (move somethin')
Move somethin' (move somethin')
Move somethin' (move somethin')
Move somethin' (move somethin')

(Word.. alright bring it back to the top)
To be continued...
Let's see what's next up on the menu run up in you
Lyrics that be fuckin' with you
In the mental, pick any mental - instru, funda, detri
Extra-extra large like the borough of Brooklyn the residential
Exi-stential-ist specialist
Like Sly Stone wit' my poem and fly song
Ride along with cats who live great and die strong, word
We gonna rock till nothin' else matters
Y'all catch bodies, we catch excellent cadavers
Your next of kin an' shatter stories splattered in the tabloids
Erase your trace like your cotton mouth and we peppermint Altoids
Step in the high reppin' the spot called Flatbush
Whether rappers or actors you still feel the gat bust
The abstract then becomes the reality
Alcoholics like to call it the moment of clarity

Kill all the yapping, let's make it happen
You cats ain't real, you just a re-enactment
Better yet, dramatization
Soon as the director say action you start fakin
I start breakin
The whole joint start shakin
This ain't the time or place for you to prove something
Cut the stargazin' yo, move somethin'!

Move somethin' (move somethin')
Move somethin' (move somethin')
Move somethin' (move somethin')
Move somethin' (move somethin')