Kj-52 - Keep It Movin' lyrics

Intro (KJ-52): Yo Yo, is this mic on? Someone turn my mic on, man Stop playin', man, turn my mic on Yo, is this mic.. Yo, is this... Yo Verse 1 (KJ-52): Is this mic on? Grip it like a python Blow up like pipe bombs or even planet Krypton I'll grab a napkin if it's all I gots to write on I hittin' ya so hard ya feel it in ya protons Hold on Nah son, now ya dead wrong I'm hittin' ya dead on, now, it seems that ya read it wrong The cross that He bled on is all that I flips on And every mic I grip on, that's the mic that I rip on I got more lines than girls gettin' hit on I'm stayin' calm I'm writing these rhymes like Davidic psalms And if you cut me now, I'll probably bleed some Krylon But Christ has got me transformed like Decepticons I'm pressin' on, I'll make ya feel it in ya chest and arms Grabbin' ya palms and makin' hits like Mafia Dons The blood now got me covered like some napalm My word is born now so what's your crew waitin' on? My sin is gone, swingin' swords like Voltron And I can go on, like sentences that run on About my God who from now to the eons He's runnin' things no matter what planet you be on Hook (KJ-52): From the L.A. to the NYC Dirty South and all points in between All my peoples, worldwide, keep it movin' It ain't where you're from or where you're at It's where you're goin' (Hook) Verse 2(KJ-52): I'm grabbin' pens, open up the folders I got my pages through Motorola Boost slaves like a soldier You couldn't move the crowd with dynamite and a bulldozer I'm lettin' Jehovah rock it like a boulder It's showin' love from the younger to the older So hard knocks keep them blocks in the holsters So come on over cause nobody gets the cold shoulder Now it's my God who awoke me from the coma Now, to me, MC means the Microphone Controller I'm stayin' in this syllabus with the verbs like the Knowda We hold it down, now, from here to Arizona Just keep it movin' now in case we never told ya Verse 3(Knowdaverbs): I'm a speak this, so hate me now if you want to But it'll be kinda hard to do when still claim to follow Christ too I'm a mosey on in like this very track's tempo And mosey on back like word is heard from the demo It's mighty hard when it's not that fast, enough timin' On hearin' from a label after showcasin' ya best rhymin' Sending them an envelope with a note attached to the ca**ette sayin' "It's our new stuff, kinda rough and ain't been mixed yet" But stay anxious for Nathan, take some time to bill Cause they automatically up the ante when ya on the playin' field So come closer to the speaker, because y'all don't wanna miss this I reckon I rank real high on the Enemy's out-to-get list An extra expose, exposin' all the creeps Did you catch the taped series on how they told ya to pull the sheets? Cause a lot of us is Christians sleepin' with the opposition Then we snappin' under pressure, leavin' funky dispositions We supposed to speak bold but then we fold 'til it hurts And this life requires pa**ion set to action through the works It's how we do, you know how we do Hook, 4X