Movement
lyrics and vocals by Emcee Lynx
Instrumental by Dub Cee
The UnAmerican LP

M – Mesmerize, Move Mountains with Metaphors,
Many Minds Manipulated, outdated like dinosaurs
O – Overstand, Only One eternal Ohm,
Omnipresent connections so we’re never alone
V- Vim and Verve, Virtuous Virility,
opposite of mainstream mental sterility
E – Extreme Excitement an indictment,
of Evil Execs that kill on assignment
M – Money-lust and Mental Masturbation,
Movin Many Men towards their final destination
E – Exceptional skill, Earth Energy,
Everyone Everywhere has the same Enemy
N- No on kNows what’s Next, a New day,
the Nexus connects us, come what may
T- the Totalitarian Technique
Turns To dust when my Tongue Triggers the plastique.

Movement, spell it out, connect back,
Emcee to the Lynx, I attack the track,
With skill, precision, X-Ray vision
We need unity, I came to erase the divisions

Attack this smash this, lynch the fascists
I mash this, crash this, blast this rap shit
I came to attack fools spittin wack shit
Ya’ll are trippin on bullshit and need to get past it
The real world keeps spinnin, so pay attention
Fuck MTV, I go the opposite direction
“question power!” – yeah I saw that sticker,
I’d rather hang the bastards, and the plot gets thicker
Cuz the more I see and the more I know
The more I think that Americas about to blow
Cuz millions of folks got nothing to lose
And when things fall apart, we’re the ones that choose
How when and where to assemble the pieces
So we should stand for each other, and that’s my thesis!
Creases and crevices, livin on sedatives
Fools believe they’re free cuz george bush said they is…

Build a movement, work it out, bring it back
Emcee to the lynx, I attack the track
With skill, precision, a long-term vision
Fight by any means, I’m a man on a mission

Got the break beat bouncing, so dance motherfuckers
Wrote this for my people, and both my little brothers
It’s all about passion, pleasure, pain, and purpose
Saying what you’ve got to say even when your nervous
Feelin worthless, copin with a deep depression
So I channel my pain into recording sessions
Questions and answers, love to breakdancers
why so many folks in my hood got cancer
Watchin kids with Asthma, struggling to breath
And looking around it’s hard to believe
That so many folks aren’t payin attention!
Trippin out on the latest new and improved invention
Retention of knowledge is minimal, the critical
thing is to make us faceless individuals
who derive identity from the cut of our jeans
only the urge to dance separates us from machines

Build a movement, work it out, bring it back
Emcee to the Lynx, I attack the track
There’s so many problems, what we need is solutions
But if the people can’t dance, it's a fake revolution