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Common

When We Move

 

When We Move

(album: A Beautiful Revolution (Pt 2) - 2021)


[Common:]
Bouncing, mystic, realistic
And simplistic, spirits visit
How we live it, it's intrinsic
Kismet kissed it, it's smeared like lipstick
Colorful on our souls
A mouth full of gold or a drummer's roll
Stories get told about us
That's why things so blah without us
Wherever we are you can feel the prowess
Whenever we move, yo, we turn the style up
I'ma just give Black power its flowers
Whether in the projects or the palace
Even when the pale horse tried to gallop
And stir, stir it up, we kept the balance
We move in silence, we move the loudest
Ancestors in my dreams, they move the wildest
They prayed about us, praised and shouted
Picture this country being brave without us
A slave's nostalgia, move through the woods with vigor
When we got free, the world moved with us
Now they wanna change their bodies, go figure
Used to call us, now they wanna be niggas
We the rivers that move through the jungle, yo
When we move, we make the world wonderful

[Seun Kuti:]
When we move
The whole world follows in our path
When we move
The whole world follows in our path

[Black Thought:]
And who can move like this?
Let me see what I can do right quick
My people were made in whose likeness?
Boy, fly niggas ain't never flew like this
Pitch black butterfly from the other side
Somebody's style was lost, it wasn't mine
I'm in a small demographic
Of real ones dealing with all things classic
King's fabric, linen and silk
From the home of the solid gold honey and milk
The ones who built it from the mud, soil and sand
A Black man, the world in the skin of his hand
Pop, then I stop when I shine beyond stellar
Fela, Kwame Nkrumah, Mandela
Leader, truth-teller, the inkwell dweller
My pen signs a New York Times best-seller
When I move, y'all move in my wake
B-D energy I generate
How to never move weak, I demonstrate
Celebrating my peeps when I innovate
For my dons and divas weighing odds and evens
To the non-believers, vagabonds and heathens
Achievers, we ain't satisfied with dreaming
Long as I'm still breathing, watch how I move

[Seun Kuti:]
When we move
The whole world follows in our path
When we move
The whole world follows in our path

When we move (Move)
The whole world follows in our path
When we move (Move)
The whole world follows in our path

Would they feel the pain like we do?
Would they hear a cry like we do?
No one cares, no one cares

But when we move (Move)
The whole world follows in our path
When we move (Move)
The whole world follows in our path
But when we move (Move)
The whole world follows in our path
When we move (Move)
The whole world follows in our path

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