Move On (Remix)

[Intro: Joell Ortiz] YAOWA What's up my nigga You say your name is John Joell Ortiz Yeah yeah I know I'm familiar with the interview shit I know what you gon' ask I got you, don't even stress it [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] No I don't respond with answers that fit a script So the repetition'll make a nigga flip We in the game of smoke and mirrors, those engineering a bigger spliff Blowing circles out they mouth, getting praised but the shit'll shift I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it Never alleged, word to dead I grip the fifth (boom!) I made my housing tenement a strip, movin' medicine and nicks When I seen 'em comin' I jetted from them pricks And still to this day, though she clean, I wish my mommy never sniff But the hurt is makin' me better with this gift I'm live with this ink you could, die in a blink and Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and Motherfucker, sometimes I cry when when I think and Y'all ain't there when them tears bein' dried by the sinkIt was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters (haha!) Set up to be loser but was made to be a winner (look) If they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture If they wrote a rap bible bet my name be in the scriptures If shorty say I'm her idol bet her face be in my zipper (woo!) I came a long way from the staples in my scrilla Stains on my pants, hardly had a gut The ladies ain't wanna dance so house parties would suck All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple Nah I ain't complaining, just tellin y'all what it is So if y'all going through it now just know that another kid Made something outta nothing, well I'm fronting, I was never nothing Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he something?" I look at a lot of you cats and laugh Cause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't even passing gas When I spit I'm the definition of mastered craft And all y'all ask about is Aftermath Motherfucker move on! [Hook: Iyana Dean + Iffy] I'm tryin to be, more than what it is you see For every take, do it just like eternity But I won't let it hold me down, I turn it all around I'm movin on, oh-ah, oh-ahhhh, yes I'm movin on [Verse 2: Joe Budden] L-look, look; I gotta give my own interview Since niggas that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule (like!) Or paint me as a cynical, but the canvas'll limit you (dawg) You can't go beyond what there's no limit to If I think Hip-Hop is dead I think it's being revived And that comes from me being inside Where the demons get by, see 'em good-bye If I'm vehement here's why, come from hearing and seeing venomous lies (oh!) So the beast in me cried, cause when it's all you hear Shit get overbear, just when the obey near And so I try to think straight cause when you stare in the rear Rest in peace Stewart Skakir, nigga yeah I'm on another label, not that other label That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs Some say it's a conspirac' I say if e'rybody's on the throne, that just more motive to kill the heir Ask me 'bout "Pump it Up" and I'mma think you sheep Or you must not know I'm deep I'm so off of music so y'all could SoundScan every week Me, I just got my lil' man every week Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs Cause they was baby stepping, I showed 'em how to leap (ohh!) Ask me about swag - I'mma change the topic To lyrics in them raps, plus look at you like a fag I love e'rybody, don't ask 'bout who I beef with They burned the bridge but they was standing underneath it I'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button And stop using slang just for you to be cool Cause I go BACK to when it was cool to be you I'm a hero (nah), no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes Y'all chase zeroes Muh'fucker I just got finished hating ME feelin like a zero They played De Niro, never been there though So before your next thought, understand Know it's MUCH more to me than the man Either that or move on [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] It's, it's Nickel My rhyme's the reflection of Scarface and Prem' soul Before Jordan was wearin fo'-five; I just look like this, I just seem old But I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker To suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds The real estate market is harsh, everything goes From fo's to who you was doin' everything for But I cut 'em off and move on to the new checks New friends. chasin' my new ends with new threats Watchin' my dreams fold, like a stack of bills In the pocket of who ain't tryin' to push up daffodils But we the supergroup, you couldn't Handle this shit if you was standin' before us carryin' a pooper-scoop You dealt with shady shit, I dealt with shady shit But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit I mean that with all respect to Paul and Shect But Ryan and Marshall is all you get My flow's superb, I love Paulie Rosenberg What I say in a track, those just words Baby boy forgive me, I'm just street Cause I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique I don't gotta dig deep To realize Slim bought Big Proof a big Jeep Because he deserved it, how could I mourn The same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osbourne Marshall I'm sorry, I knew it went left I ain't into fuckin' my family like incest If you remember Ice used to be my life's interest Tell Hailie my wife just had a princess Since I made up with Em it's nothin' Else that I could move on from so who wants some Like a jar of Grey Poupon You gotta ask anybody in any car, one of them move on [Verse 4: Crooked I] Yeah, yeah; when fans picture my interviews They think I'm in a swimming pool with women who been abused So they turn into strippers makin' they livin' in the nude One in the middle blowin' my inner tube While the interviewer's getting ridiculed Is this your vision Cool; let me give you a little jewel Any dude who wanna sit in my tennis shoes is missin' screws Don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused I'm two seconds from prison fool, I'm a different dude Pistol in my reach man, still in Long Beach man Hoping if my grind don't help me get out my speech can I been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan You can be MTV, I'll be C-SPAN I deal with politics, bandanas and hollow tips Half you rappers follow these role models can swallow dick Was stressed out over cash flow Hip-hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes Rap about a dance while I'm targeting cops Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots Make him a Ghost like he part of The Lox I won't stop recording 'til I'm makin' songs harder than Pac's If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there Every memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare As a kid I had to steal breakfast And now the best question you have to ask me, is this a real necklace Where's your beat from Dre; your feature from Cube These things leave people confused Cause they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQ's I eat through the beat, what's the secret, I think it's the shoes Back in Cali niggas blaze and stress Waitin' on Detox to save the West Even if the shit is dope it ain't givin' you niggas hope Unless your signature's wrote on a check from Interscope, nope Move on, move on West, Coast, nahmean West Coast move on And all that shit in the past about me being on Death Row Move on, or get moved on Ha ha, Slaughterhouse, biatch