Move On

[Verse 1: Goldini Bagwell]
It's my right to duck the limelight
And view it from the silhouette
It's the swagger in hindsight
That'll make the crooked head swivel neck
It's not as complex as it seems
But it's more than a simple threat
This is NW terror for the tipped cup bearers
Dig dug dirty, hard work for the dedicated fans
Cause when this shit hits 'em all they do is throw up their hands
And that's big up worthy, when the nation's in a trance
And they don't fall to the mercy of that same old song and dance
Make man, woman, and child gather 'round it
They weren't found dumbed down with Dumbfounded
When the song's poundin'
We don't just push the envelope (nope), we move mountains
Hop in the crowd and puff a cloud and take in my surroundings

[Hook]
Now if you're sick of the shit that they're selling your kids
(Move on)
Consumed by the glamour, compelled by the glitz
(Move on)
Don't be fooled by the camera man, they'll shoot ya quick
(Move on)
You either stand up, get down, man up, or just
(Move on)
We ain't the ones you wanna make a move on
Every hit's all a defense until it's going, going, gone

[Verse 2: Goldini Bagwell]
I'll take another dose, my friend, I need to elevate
The walls are closing in slow
How can I illustrate, oh
I got it
That's work, ten hours straight
Another doja binge, break
Throwing smoke in my face, pick up and go
Attached to my raps, laptop, and cellphone
I've never been so in touch and felt so alone
Sword in the stone in my own day and age
And let's face facts
I'll never cross tracks unless my DJ crossfades
I'm in a Northwest state of mind
Where the Hip Hop's ahead of its time
But all you see is debris from the g-g-g-g-grind
Here's a rim-shot for your mind and a chai for the drive
Don't need to syndicate nor simulate we're coming at you live

[Hook]
Now if you're sick of the shit that they're selling your kids
(Move on)
Consumed by the glamour, compelled by the glitz
(Move on)
Don't be fooled by the camera man, they'll shoot ya quick
(Move on)
You either stand up, get down, man up, or just
(Move on)
We ain't the ones you wanna make a move on
Every hit's all a defense until it's going, going, gone

[Verse 3: Goldini Bagwell]
This one right here's to let y'all know (know!)
Everything that glitters ain't gold (gold!)
It don't matter how many records you sold (sold!)
Especially if you sold your soul (soul!)
Why did the emcee cross the road? (road!)
Cause he thought crossing over was the way to go (go!)
You can catch me on the underground railroad (yea!)
Laying tracks like that baby, lock and load
Hurdle every obstacle when purple in an optimal
No pursuit's impossible, curb you on the cobblestone
As long as I got needle and thread, I got it sown
It's Gold and Sandpeople music, I gotta keep it moving

[Hook]
Now if you're sick of the shit that they're selling your kids
(Move on)
Consumed by the glamour, compelled by the glitz
(Move on)
Don't be fooled by the camera man, they'll shoot ya quick
(Move on)
You either stand up, get down, man up, or just
(Move on)
We ain't the ones you wanna make a move on
Every hit's all a defense until it's going, going, gone