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I Can Get You to Move
Norman Sann
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I bet
I can get you to move
I can get you to dance
Until you out of your shoes
Please
Tell me, was Katy Perry on the moon
I don't know if anything we see now is true
I really miss the days when I was watchin' Blue's Clues
Way before Steve left and we got a new dude
Now we got fake news on Twitter and YouTube
And everyone worried about who you subscribed to
Whether you hot, whether you cold, or lukewarm
Whether you off, ajar, or turned on
Whether you slept through your first couple alarms
Whether you believe in the right to bear arms
Bear witness to the greatest ever livin'
Flow so damn special like I got autism
"Aw, no he didn't"
Yes I did, I swear I did it
I be on point like a prism
Accustomed to being different
They talk about what I'm living
They wrapped up inside the system
'Cause they hit the stu and recorded every crime they committed
We got more fatherless children
They tell you, "It takes a village"
I tell you, "It takes a city"
'Cause nothing out here is pretty
Down to the nitty-gritty
From pity to getting plenty
What you know about payin' for your food with just pennies
Middle-class America, tell me, can you hear me?
Loud and clearly, let me share my little theory
This ain't no conspiracy
This is real as real can get (uh-huh)
The country drownin' in debt (uh-huh)
The rich gettin' rich (uh-huh)
Make it make sense
Please make it make sense
People livin' in tents (what else?)
They goin' up in rent (what else?)
We got rappers buyin' chains (what?)
Gettin' paid like a slave (huh?)
Processed food take us to an early grave
I'm amazed
How the wealthy still unfazed (uh?)
Lightin' up the truth
We just let this thing blaze
Uh, tell me what's a trade
To somebody chasin' fame
We ain't investin' no money in nothin' but pain
It's a shame
You focus on your Johnson like Dwayne
Instead of bein' a rock for your kids
Anyways, Walking Tall, Hobbs and Shaw
I see y'all, I'm appalled
At how low that your standards are
We need to raise the bar
Ok, look
This here the rundown
You ain't a thug, stop cappin'
Put the gun down
You ain't gon' shoot
Sun-up to sundown
Look how we started from the bottom but we up now
I bet
I can get you to vibe
I can get you to listen
And make you swallow your pride
People gon' hate in public
But really love in disguise
People gon' look you dead in your eye
Tell you a lie
I am not no god
So please don't idolize
I'm just comin' for the top
'Cause I think it's 'bout time we had a
Revolution, tell me where the truth is
They ain't got no Vision like Wanda
The resolution way too low
They got like 360p
They signed a 360 deal
That money may be good but it ain't for me
I'll be free
I'd rather be broke than have somebody own me
I should be in Miami the way I'm puttin' out this heat
Go against me, you see defeat
Like Dan Schneider
Dropping bombs, Oppenheimer
Right hand on a Bi-
(Dropping bombs, Oppenheimer, right hand on a Bible)
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