Move On (feat. Joe Budden)

Alright! Whassup 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

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 engineerin a bigger spliff

Blowin circles out they mouth, gettin 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 (ohh!)

And still to this day though she clean I wish my mommy never sniff

But the hurt is makin me better with this gift (look)

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 sink (damn)

It 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 complainin, just tellin y'all what it is

So if y'all goin through it now just know that another kid

Made somethin outta nothin, well I'm frontin, I was never nothin

Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he somethin?"

I look at a lot of you cats and laugh

Cause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't even passin gas

When I spit I'm the definition of mastered craft

And all y'all ask about is Aftermath – motherfucker move on!

Move on...

Move on...

Move on...

L-look, look; I gotta give my own interview

Since niggaz 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 bein revived

And that comes from me being inside

Where the demons get by, see 'em good-bye

If I'm anemic here's why, come from hearin and seein ve-nomous lies (oh!)

So the beast in me cried, cause when it's all you hear

Shit get old repaired, just when the obey near

And so I try to think straight cause when you stare in the rear

Rest in peace, do as you care, 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'm a 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 (why?)

Cause they was baby steppin, I showed 'em how to leap (ohh!)

Ask me about swag - I'm a 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 standin underneath it

I'm on my grind, Benjamin Hutton

Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button

And stop usin 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 here oh

For heroes, y'all chase zeroes

Muh'fucker I just got finished hatin ME feelin like a zero

They played DeNiro, 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

Yeah, move on

Keep out trouble (ya mean?)

Good around here

Muh'fucker move on

Don't ask me 'bout no old shit

No choice, either that, or you could move on

It's, it's (mic check one-two one-two)

J to the O!