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Higher The Movement

Dressed up, whats a movement? I can't control, I can't confess my fear I don't don't, everybody has a reason to call them all too young You cut me off

Dressed up, whats a movement? I can't control, I can't confess my fear I don't don't, everybody has a reason to call them all too young You cut me off

binion and while you chasin here with no without a kinyon and yo d a words through oh my with nobody here and throw da who to da no high accordance

[Chorus] Armed to the tooth Me and all my troops No time for a truce There's only time for truth No room for fear, or regular cares Steer clear of civilian

[Verse One] Where my riders for life in this rodeo Who know what's it's like to have been Pinocchio And living the life of slang and colloquial Let me

what true health is Learn who true God and true self is They need a higher view, so they can get the vision They ain't seein' right They need this life in higher

[Phanatik] Welcome to the city Welcome to the gritty concrete Where cons and creeps sweep sweet, pretty young girls off their feet Off the Ave., off

type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know - that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass confusion and drastic movement

[Intro] High-speed Ferrari movement 3rd lane switching lanes, whuddup? Brooklyn, whuddup? Fa'rock, whuddup? [Chorus] While Jay and Beyonce was (Mm mm