Keep It Movin'

Song: Keep It Movin'

Album: Big Villain

Artist: Big Villain

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released November 29, 2011

ref: http://bigvillain.bandcamp.com/track/keep-it-movin

Somehow Rock n Roll don’ lost its glow

Hip-hop dropped the ball and don’ lost its soul

Got drunk at the show and lost the phone

Missed the call, but on and on it goes

Til’ the break ‘a day

Baker’s wife, I got cake to lay

On a fashionable late delay

Off book, droppin’ on the hook like a got damn bangarang

Homie, don’t get the shit twisted

Rules are for followers, twitterific

And I’ma break every last one of’em

On the guest list even though I ain’t one of’em

See some shoot to kill, some shoot for bills

Welcome to the jungle: shoot to trill

Ma, hold the spunk, keep the moxie

And ditch the gossip posse

I put looks on their face like Karkov and Carlo Rossi

Please put it in the air if ya got

Rockin’ show Brooklyn to Silver Lake

21+ or just get a fake

Just get a taste, just kiss a face

We throw it down, straight no chase

You’re talkin’ to the GM and the janitor

Building’s up to code and under new management

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Chorus

Keep it movin’…

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Many wanna battle, trade blast for blow

Many wanna manipulate what they can’t control

I think it’s funny observin’ where I stand alone

The first to talk is the last to know

Y’all cats are slow movin’ too soon to dive under

The struggle’a keepin’ above the water and risin’ up in the

Mornin’ to put in work and not even a slight wonder

You ain’ gettin’ anywhere ya jive motha

It’s the return of the samurai

Backpack and bicycle: all I need to handle mine

Dope fresh dapper fly

American as cream cheese wontons and mufuckin’ apple pie

Chorus

Jea, with a J-E-A

The moment is now in a game ya can’t replay

And your life is a price ya can’t rebate

I wouldn’t trade mine for anything, I’m feeling great

Payin’ off Direct Loans and student dues

Sittin’ in a coffeeshop writin’ ghetto musicals

Close friends miserable in cubicles

Lookin’ at me to make so they can say “Man, I knew you would”

I only came to do me and put the art first

And leave the jive talkin’ bullshit to the barkers

Thinner than the line between the bar and church

I let the hard verse speak for the hard work

Chorus