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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Jazzy Jeff
Scratches
Jazzyfatnastees
Background Vocals
Big Daddy Kane
Sampled Artist
Black Thought
Vocals
James Brown
Sampled Artist
Kamal Gray
Piano
Leonard Hubbard
Bass
Public Enemy
Sampled Artist
Questlove
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Hubbard
Songwriter
Ahmir Thompson
Songwriter
Tariq Trotter
Songwriter
Kamal Gray
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Axel Niehaus
Recording Engineer
Bob Power
Mixing Engineer
Keith Cramer
Recording Engineer
Adam Cerda
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dan Reider
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Ivory
Recording Engineer
Kamal Gray
Producer
Mario De Arce
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mark Mitchell
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Questlove
Producer
Ron Williams
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tim Donovan
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
C'mon, yes y'all
You are now in tune to the sounds of the legendary foundation
(Be five), Yeah, you go
Hey you listeners, stop what you're doin' and
Set it in motion, it's the next movement
You listeners, stop what you're doin' and
Set it in motion, it's the next movement
Word up, we got the hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
Yo, one, two, one-two-one-two
That's how we usually start, once again it's the thought
The Dalai Lama of the mic, the Prime Minister thought
This directed to whoever in listening range
Yo the whole state of things in the world 'bout to change
Black rain fallin' from the sky look strange
The ghetto is red hot, we steppin' on flames
Yo, it's inflation on the price for fame
And it was all the same but then the antidote came
The Black Thought, ill syllablist, out the Fifth
This heavyweight rap shit I'm about to lift
Like, a phylum lift up it's seed to sunlight
I plug in the mic, draw like a gunfight
I never use a cordless or stand applaud less
Sippin' chlorophyll out of ill silver goblets
I'm like a faucet, monopoly's the object
There ain't no way to cut this tap, you got ta get wet
Your head is throbbin' and I ain't said shit yet
The Roots crew, the next movement, c'mon
We can't hold up, burn out (oh, ooh)
And yes y'all
You are now in tune to the sounds of the legendary foundation
Check it out
Testin', yo, you go
Hey you listeners, stop what you're doin' and
Set it in motion, it's the next movement
You listeners, stop what you're doin' and
Set it in motion, it's the next movement
Word up, we got the hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
Word up, the formation of words to fit
That's what I usually disturb you with
A lot of rappers never heard of this or know half the time it is
You doubt the Illa-Fifth, what could you accomplish?
Whether they skywriting your name, or you anonymous
You be speechless, with stinging sinuses
The Roots royal highnesses through your monitors
I tilt my crown, then blow down a diamond kiss
You need to buy a CD and stop rewindin' this
I'm the finalist, shinin' like a rugged amethyst
And at your music conference, I'm the panelist
Listen close to my poetry, I examine this
Like an analyst, to see if you can handle this (checked out)
You, got the groove, emcees, freeze, stand still, nobody move
Unless you dealin' with the next movement
The P-Phi-D we be the monument
I live my life nice but I'm not too bent
You theatrical as a Broadway play, this ain't rent
One hundred percent, straight out the Basement
Spreading this across a planet on some next shit
How many people feelin' this love music? C'mon
(We can't hold up, burn out)
(We can't hold up, burn out)
Hey you listeners, stop what you're doin' and
Set it in motion, it's the next movement
You listeners, stop what you're doin' and
Set it in motion, it's the next movement
Yo, we got the hot hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-music
Check it out, yea yea
Check it out, yea yea
Check it out, yea yea
Check it out, yea yea
Check it out, yea yea yea
Check it out
We can't hold up, burn out (oh, ooh)
We can't hold up, burn out (oh, ooh)
We can't hold up, burn out (oh, ooh)
We can't hold up, burn out (oh, ooh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Writer(s): Leonard N. Hubbard, Jimmy Gray, Tarik L. Collins, Tracey Moore, Ahmir K. Thompson, Mercedes Martinez
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