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Move Ahead
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Move Ahead was released on March 4, 1997 by Columbia as a part of the album Muggs Presents... The Soul Assassins Chapter I
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Release DateMarch 4, 1997
LabelColumbia
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
KRS-One
KRS-One
Performer
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Arranger
L. Parker
L. Parker
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Producer
Joe "The Butcher" Nicolo
Joe "The Butcher" Nicolo
Mixing Engineer
Jason Roberts
Jason Roberts
Additional Engineer
Ross Donaldson
Ross Donaldson
Additional Engineer

Lyrics

Intro:
Real skills, Bronx styles, Cypress Ave meets Cypress Hill
Real hip-hop, bounce to this shit motherfuckers, READ EM!
You know what's up, SHRAP!
Commisioner Gordon rock on
Tony Touch y'all rock on
Kid Capri yeah rock on
DJ Kenny Parker yo rock on
Verse 1:
In 199-sess, KRS is in his peak-in
You are weak-in and collapse like Mike, collect the beacon
You talk more ish than a senator
You can't last, just call me enema
'cause I give that ass-troid
Heavens to Murgatroyd
I'm that 6-0 microphone-holdin' humanoid
Psychological like Sigmund Freud
But I get annoyed 'cause these rappers have no brain
These hardcore rappers crack me up like cocaine
They got no skill or game
They sellin' that commercial, let me say it:
"Ask for Minoxadil with Rogaine"
True skills I will explain
The teacher breaks this whole shit down plain
Hook:
West Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
East Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
Time for us to move ahead, no-ho-ho
B-boy hip-hop is dead, no
We must move ahead
Verse 2:
People always say when they see us, teach us
So we move by the inch, teachin' only some of it, believe us
Hustlas and players and hoes will never leave us
They been around since Mary Magdalene and Jesus
Run wit it, pimps and players run the government
We been raised on a tonne of it that's why we're lovin it
Bein' a player is cool when you a kid
Until you get sent up for a eight year bid
Now you use and abuse and serve like hell
Til one day you are found face down upon the ground
Two shots to the dome, we need to switch quick
Dyin' over what you players, I think, call a bitch
I'm not a player hater 'cause I hate no one
But when you start destroyin' Hip-Hop, you gots ta go, son
Government attack one was brain-wash
Government attack two was, yes, brain-rinse
Government attack three is for you and me
To constantly dream about the Lex with bulletproof tints
It's pointless to think I'm knockin' ya
If you a pimp, be a pimp, I'll be a philosopher
Hook:
So the West Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
East Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
Time for us to move ahead, no-ho-ho
B-boy hip-hop is dead, no
We must move ahead
Y-yes are the intelligent, we descend on every establishment
In the East or West, microphone, grabbin' it
Chest-to-chest, lyrical confrontation is dope for the Hip-Hop nation
Yet our hope your scope is broader than who can kill who
And who got the biggest crew
That's why black people cannot seem to break through
It's like crabs in a pot when one crab reaches the top
Other crabs wish to pull down and blood (Bloods!)
I'm not understandin' what's all the fuss
Hip-Hop belongs to all of us
The East created it, the West decorated it
Learn the lesson, the unified picture is black expression
When black expression heights itself
It becomes black digression leadin' to depression in health
Now question these ideas today
If Hip-Hop was destroyed, could we blame the CIA?
Or the FBI? You'd be a motherfuckin' liar, liar, pants on fire
Conspiracy theories are contrise or we keep them on the shelf
We got no one to blame but ourselves
Hook:
So West Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
East Coast beef must dead, no-ho-ho
Time for us to move ahead, no-ho-ho
B-boy hip-hop is dead, no
We must move ahead
Outro:
We must move ahead
All beef is dead!
Written by: DJ Muggs, L. Parker
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