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Keeping It Moving

A Tribe Called Quest

Beats, Rhymes and Life [Japan Bonus Tracks]

1996

on pyro, fire
As we move with zeal and desire
Now, the hip hop plan, hope you compiler
Son, we having tunnel vision but my sight is real real broad
Cause

Keeping It Moving

A Tribe Called Quest

Beats, Rhymes and Life

1996

on pyro, fire
As we move with zeal and desire
Now, the hip hop plan, hope you compiler
Son, we having tunnel vision but my sight is real real broad
Cause

Sun-bleached eyes
You're a plastic Lover
Middle league skies
Yeah you're such a driver

Such a driver
Such a driver
Such a complier
You're such

a rainbow
Compilers think you a joke until you pull up in a lambo huh

I pay no mind to what you say bro
They say my burden is heavy I need to let my dad go
I

uh, take it to another level
I can show you something special, give you leverage
You should know I'm, uh
Five for five, top five alive
Got the compiler

're faded
Put your lips on my mouth, put you in the doghouse
Go see Tyler
Make me a complier
Make you a defiler
I'll make you a liar
'Cause the
The way you

see you. They see all. They know all indiscretions
Compiler of your dreams, your indignations
Following your every single move
They see you

The law defier, the non-complier
The death defier, the Mike Myers
Murder rapper for hire
Do-er of drive byers, the back back clack clack
Let it

A bit explicit and indecent
I flip scripts like cosine to secant
Not for movies, scripts for computers
Through the compiler, make me your user

door into the workings
The scraping sound of metal
The compiler generates unrest
The gleam of the screens, the meaning that you see
It isn't there at all

a frame you can drain
You'd stay neck bent
Gazing at

Death clutching your forehead, blood glued to your doorway, curled to the floor
Sweat frozen

connects to progress no PR no progress
Mawungenamali italent i-useless you don't make sense
Can't get my shit on radio
Cause i ain't got no compiler on my

complier
Aye bullshit get pulled out get the pliers
Ah what
We ten toes down ain't no failing the mission
Bitch I'm hands on finna start her ignition
I got

wer im Weg, end-e ich sein Leben

Semantischer Sinn, what you hear is what I mean
Es war niemals einfacher einen Querverweis zu ziehen
Ich habs einfach

to be stepped on
Hackers are the future, we're the ones for you to bet on
Fuel to the fire like computers were a Chevron
But this is all decades way

mine
And I'm done with his show
Now how many times
Did you think I'd let him act all big
Never did shine
Still out there faking
How many times denied
One

of the reason that I believe that i can
Compilers making me struggle they ain't feeling the man,...
Wish the media would treat me like Kiernan and em
I hope you

Merciful; Lord of the Day of Judgement
You alone do we worship, and to You alone do we turn for help
Guide us to the Straight Way
The Way of those on whom You

the shots and

This is how it feel when you riding in a Bentley Coupe
I wrote this song in my Bentley Coupe
Yeah, this is how it feel when you riding in