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Moving Up


by Paper Route. Buy album CD: The Peace Of Wild Things


[keith cook]
hmmm...
yoou-hoou
yeah..

For so long that things have been out of my reach,
but now I've learned the game and I'm playing for keeps,
yoou-hooou

yoou hooou

[Vinni]
It's the philosophies of possible cheese,
let's get some profit's from these prophecies,
swapping some g's for DVD's, oversees properties,
making sure the vocals dropping on the keys properly,
get it popping in this monopoly,
nobody stopping me, cause my mission is set,
ain't got no listeners yet,
peep the ignition, cannabis in effect,
missing respect, my position is set, and the conditions reflect
my coalitions when we piss on cassettes,
yo I ain't dissing but yo're slack, folks are falling for crap,
you can't be serious, you call that rap? Sure that's fat?
I bought it but I brought it back, I can't afford a supporter-cap,
run recorders till the mortar cracks, making daugters clap,
game like a quarterback, with portable facts,
Vagabond in orbital laps, absorbing the map,
we moving till we on top
getting my shit from the pawn shop
as soon as this fucking song drops.

Refreng:
[keith cook]
and we're moving on up, it's our time to shine,
blasting J's in your face and we pass it round,
now I know you're hating on me though
who knew that we was bout the dough for show
I'm like a wolf among sheep, it's on me I'm hungry
stepping on hands and toes pardon me baby,
gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though,
why me? coz only big dogs can roll.

[kleen cut]
You're like an old can of coke, buzz already dead.
Kleen Cut, Paperboys, and it's over your head.
We fuck making noise, live for dough.
Do a free show? How I gon supply my ho?
She is high maitainence, I got five fake friends
talking all nice, but they don't make sense,
I've never seen your face, but you wanna shake hands
it's all good, got nothing but love for fans.
Y'all like beast, use roars and growls, forcing howls.
Kleen Cut never caused a fowl,
get strict saying fuck you's with nouns and vowels.
Never loose, so I don't need towels.
I don't fold I'm pleased to say,
get home write rhymes that seems to pay.
You know the shit's over when you hear that sound. *huh huh*
We moving up and you just went down.

Refreng:
[keith cook & Vinni]
we're moving on up, it's our time to shine,
blasting J's in your face and we pass it round,
now I know you're hating on me though
who knew that we was bout the dough for show
I'm like a wolf among sheep, it's on me I'm hungry
stepping on hands and toes pardon me baby,
gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though,
why me? coz only big dogs can roll.

[kleen cut]
Ey yo, thinking may hurt, don't do to much of it.
I'm Kleen Cut, that's who you fucking with.
Crunk it up, Y'all know y'all loving it.
You know what? What you got, you're struck with it.
Yeah, you ain't gon change at all,
while I just got better, new name and all:
they call me sharpshooter, Kleen-Eastwood, J-letter.
Nice flow, who the fuck sounds better?

[Vinni]
Shit I'm spelling to cross elements, yelling like lost elephants,
sell'em some force, tell'em of course we floss elegance,
meddle with boss-pelicans, secret intelligence
and I dwell on my tours relevance, creeping through settlements,
and I'm peeping on sleeping residents, wake'em up
whoever's fronting, tape him shut,
keep'em jumping, show them how to make a cut.
These haters are fake as fuck, got no problem burning my bridges,
they better chill before we turn'em religious,
I ain't earning no digits, ain't a happy man, still I'm making it happen
the capitan, killing tracks in front of clapping fans,
rappers like a factory brand, we ship'em back to Japan,
they can't fuck with this immaculate scam!

Refreng:
[keith cook & Vinni]
we're moving on up, it's our time to shine,
blasting J's in your face and we pass it round,
now I know you're hating on me though
who knew that we was bout the dough for show
I'm like a wolf among sheep, it's on me I'm hungry
stepping on hands and toes pardon me baby,
gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though,
why me? coz only big dogs can roll.

Refreng:
[keith cook & Vinni]
we're moving on up, it's our time to shine,
blasting J's in your face and we pass it round,
now I know you're hating on me though
who knew that we was bout the dough for show
I'm like a wolf among sheep, it's on me I'm hungry
stepping on hands and toes pardon me baby,
gotta eat, I feel you hating on me though,
why me? coz only big dogs can roll.

unknown: siste verset?
unknown: ja, alle skulle være med på siste verset, ja.
unknown: hmm hmm
unknown: what's enough!

JayJay: Shit man, I don't know what the fuck we just listened to,
but that was lot of bullshit, luckily I got the new paperboys-tape.
You know what this is? I don't even know what it's called,
but man it's funk and fresh to the flesh! Live and direct on your
radio, this is Jimmy Jupiter, check out paperboys! Paperboys!



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Album: The Peace Of Wild Things (2012) Lyrics
cd Buy "The Peace Of Wild Things" CD
  1. Barcelona
  2. Boatdrinks
  3. Fly Away
  4. Fly Away (The Great Escape)
  5. Hey Man
  6. In Between
  7. In Between (Duets)
  8. Introducing...
  9. It Ain't So Strange
  10. It's Paper
  11. Last Lieutenants
  12. Moving Up
  13. New Babylon Times
  14. On The Low (With Sofian)
  15. One Of Them Days
  16. Put I On
  17. Ra Ra
  18. Sugar
  19. What You Need

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