The Movement II

Lyrics

[intro] Kev Brown what up Roddy Rod, Marshall Law what up Sean Born, Eye-Q, Al Green, Quartermaine what up Caliber, Oddisee what up Hassaan Mack, yU, Slimkat, Kenwood what up Cy Young, Early Reed what up And to the younger soul brother Grap Luva, young Toine what up And to the whole Low Budget what up [verse 1] Battling my demons Tryna grind even when it seems you're defeated Tryna find meaning in this green that I'm chiefin' Like the smoke hold hidden messages Know what it's like to go cold, catch your second wind Put the choke hold on those saying you would never win All the while looking for a better blend Wishin' I had a better set of friends to believe in But it's just me and them Low B niggas And I'm low key sicker, was gonna be humble But they wanna see me stumble like a Old E sipper I'm a cold beast, that's where I suppose we differ I'm just tryna get my karma straight and voulez vous couche' avec moi C'est soir with a fine lady marmalade Doing what I do, they say Starr look like he fake Nah I don't respond to hate Say what you want, I'm just tryna get my mama straight Waitin' for the day my father get from out them iron gates Used to rap more now a nigga conversate I done found the pocket now a nigga gotta dominate And when I get in beast mode Call me Parker Lewis, can't lose I got the cheat code PG bred him and you see me reppin' That 757 'cause I do it for my people [hook] Off a fifth of the henn rock, they can relate to what my pen jot They rather hate than give praise Mention my name, you can hear a pen drop Not itching for fame, I'm just tryna get props Too much to ask for? Fuck it, I just rap more Giving 'em a crash course, dozen and half bar Type of spittin' that'll have 'em sending in a task force Giving 'em that vision that they listen to the track for [verse 2] And this goes out to everybody that doubt Runnin' they mouth and don't know what they talkin' bout Rest in peace to Jay Dee, let me talk it out They say word, K.B. came across a style That make herb ass niggas wanna toss they towel And keep it movin' like a foster child that's half gypsy To emcees I'm like ten feet, they half pygmy The other half pip squeak, I'm a flask of jack whiskey To bad kidneys, shut it down fast quickly So whoever wanna cross us now, if you that dizzy Come up off it pal, I get that busy Been in position to get offers now Alotta subliminal disses gettin' tossed around The backlash worst than Rosenberg when he bashed Nicki We just tryna preserve culture And if you counterproductive we shruggin' a cold shoulder [hook] Off a fifth of the henn rock, they can relate to what my pen jot They rather hate than give praise Mention my name, you can hear a pen drop Not itching for fame, I'm just tryna get props Too much to ask for? Fuck it, I just rap more Giving 'em a crash course, dozen and half bar Type of spittin' that'll have 'em sending in a task force Giving 'em that vision that they listen to the track for