Power Move

Yo Tracey! Get busy on the crossfade!
(Put a power move on ‘em)
(Put a power move on ‘em)

1, 2, 3 now here’s the syndicate princess
And now another victim is added to that hitlist
Didn’t believe I could come this hard
Get this, [?] now your ego scarred
Dog, tight in a place with no escape
You’re getting rid of your hopes as you play my tape
Damn, it’s getting funkier, funkier by the minute
I could tell that you love it cause your so far in it
Getting dumb with the strum, that’s why the people love me
Could never stop being dope, there’s not [?] of me
The other ten, especially Bones, I’m taking lyrics by the shitload
I got the jones for funky ass rhythms
But all I put in it is what I get back—though to you is how I spit it
Being Motown, the label with which I choose to make one
Now here comes the power move

(Put a power move on ‘em)
(Put a power move on ‘em)
(Put a power move on ‘em)
(Put a power move on ‘em)

Hard is how I hit this, ‘cause I meant this groove to be the shit
See, stop, and witness, I know you want to dance, move side to side
I succeed at the rhythm where others have tried
And lied about the ability to get with me
When they could never hardly think of the level I think on
So how you gonna get on the same level I kick on
Your mistaken, I can’t be shaken
I said something to [?] and was quietly taken
I’m a deathbeat winger, self-to-back bringer
Annihilation in the party people, surrender
Down with the syndicate and top contender
And hardest MC of the female gender
There comes the coronation, just groove
The syndicate princess reigns in the power move

(Put a power move on ‘em)
(Put a power move on ‘em)
(Put a power move on ‘em)
(Put a power move on ‘em)
(Put a power move on ‘em)
(Put a power move on ‘em)
(Put a power move on ‘em)
(Put a power move on ‘em)

Now it’s a very, very lovely day for dissin
All you little punks super close, steady kissin
Up heard my verse cut and called me whack
Now you’re praying for the day to smack my back
But I still chill time after time till the showdown
Now you know now I have to bust a rhyme
By the name Trouble given to me by my homies
Proven by the suckas who were scared and now you know me
The title “Princess” given to me by my soulmate
Princess of the syndicate, can you relate to the style, the tempo
Take a memo cause it’s wild
L-I-B-E going a hundred point five
People threat and beg—how could it be?
That Trouble is living? Don’t you see?
And what’s next? When a punk wants to step
My homie dropped a rhythm, I call it a set
The s-y-n-d-i-c-a-t-e, they all got my back, cause they’re down with me
Now stuck up punk take a walk ‘cause you’ll lose
It’s 1990, get ready for the power move

(Put a power move on ‘em)
(Put a power move on ‘em)
(Put a power move on ‘em)
(Put a power move on ‘em)