Black Thought - Love Movin' lyrics

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Black Thought - Love Movin' lyrics

[Hook 1: Black Thought] Real Gs, that's what's up Dilla Dawg, that's what's up [?] crew, that's what's up We keep the ghe- Tto twisting backwoods up [?], that's what's up [?], that's what's up J Ball, that's what's up You know my n***as keep it ghe- Tto twisting backwoods up [Verse 1: Black Thought] I got a sh** load of story tales up in my sack So let all the drums and all the noise interact Twist up a fat one and make my coffee black The Grim Ripper, th-th-the boss is back My n***a, fifteen minutes minus five is a dime The j**eler [?] it's not a problem to shine It's why my man Dilla do it without even tryin' The greatest hip hop producer of all time, dig it We back on the job, having a good time with it You gotta love it, we got it, you still tryna get it The footprint in the booth on every continent Step off the stage the whole crowd Hostages and our sponsors is my marrow lynch mob Hands on a long double barrel that the trench hide Tired of being outside breaking inside First motherf**er that flinch, he getting french fried, yeah [Hook 2: Black Thought] That's what's up Frank'n'Dank, that's what's up Rio Gees, that's what's up You know my people keep it ghe- Tto twisting backwoods up [?] dawn, that's what's up Kweli, that's what's up Ayo Com, that's what's up You know my people keep it ghe- Tto twisting backwoods up [Verse 2: Black Thought] From the smoke of the basement to the pickings on the roof I rock the house from out of solitary booth From raw like [?] and still in every booth My name Black Thought from the legendary Roots Guarding the gate, ill vibe off them snakes Up in them sweepstakes, I'ma get this cat something to take Shot gla** full of chemical waste [?] smirks off your face You get lurched off the base Outside of the world premiere Tusslin for a parking space To get a glimpse of the IMAX theater rhyme creator Deep concentrater, black activist agitator Contemplating the outcome of engagement Keeping patient, moving like secret agent Mic like a ball and chain a lab calling my name What the f** I'm bout to muscle the game [Hook 3: Black Thought] It's [?], that's what's up Gulity Simpson, that's what's up Madlib, that's what's up Yeah, keep it ghetto twisting backwoods up Dilla Dawg, that's what's up That's what's up Yeah, keep the ghetto twisting backwoods up

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