Power Move

Derek B in the house
Derek B has one of the hottest records in New York

Easy come, easy go
Easy Q on the mic
What is written is down
What is written is right

On the mic I'm a poet
Now everybody knows it
Lyrical respect
Huh, well I'll earn it

Cause my rhymes are heavy like a ten-ton weight
Or an anvil dropped from the Empire State
So nobody move, nobody get hurt
I'm the Robin Hood of rap, you'll get your money's worth

I steal from the rich, give it to the dance floor
My beats were cast by the hammer of Thor
They were cast in gold, but not in lead
Designed to cause havoc inside your head

I'm your rhythm applicator, def rhyme creator
Tie snakes in knots and wrestle alligators
Who bites my style or steals my act
Then I have to get heavy so here's another fact

You only get friendly when I'm on top
But you'll turn your back quick the day I drop
But there's no one here to drop me, nobody from there
The competition's weak, I'm outta here

Run a power move on 'em
Kick that, kick that shit
Run a power move on 'em
Kick that, kick that shit

I decide to catch a plane to the USA
A limo always greets me at JFK
I go to see my family, the Bronx or Brooklyn
Then down to Broadway to see what's cookin'

Switch on the box tunes to BLS
Magic and Marley are always fresh
On the ball, the bass is pumpin'
In Times Square the B-boys are jumpin'

I hang for a while, take it all in
Back into the limo, I'm off again
To a party, where faces are smilin'
In the bathroom, the snow white is pilin'

All these faces, faces, false faces
They all look the same like horses in races
They try to socialize, tho its plenty bullshit
And I think to myself "Why don't they quit?"

But it's part of the pressure that comes with fame
Can I handle it? Well I play the game
And I smile, in the same false way
Then I'm outta there. Sayonara, OK?

Run a power move on 'em
Kick that, kick that shit
Run a power move on 'em
Kick that, kick that shit
Run a power move on 'em
Kick that, kick that shit
Power move on 'em, power move on 'em
Kick that, kick that shit

Big city, big lights, London's just the same
Lots of hungry people just looking for fame
Ten million people, twenty million feet
You can see it in their eyes, you can feel it on the street

Shine your light, boy. That's what you got to do
Gymnastic elocution comes easy to the Q
A position of power, I won't abuse it
Like the lord told me I will use it

Like the alpha-beta system they tried to create
Educate the masses not segregate
We're fighting for our life so you better understand
Don't patronize me and don't hold out your hand

Don't mess with me and don't mess with my crew
Or like a 357 we're gonna drop it on you
No we're are not gangsters or two bit hoods
Some people think were bad but we're mostly good

Gonna touch your soul with the heart of the matter
Rotate the plastic, heavy on the platter
Slowly but surely you'll get the idea
See you later, I'm outta here

Run a power move on 'em
Power move on 'em
Power move on 'em
Run a power move on 'em
Kick that, kick that shit
Power move on 'em
Kick that, kick that shit
Run a power move on 'em
Kick that, kick that shit
Power move on 'em
Kick that, kick that shit
Kick that
Power move on 'em
Power move on 'em