Call It a Movement

Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Big Oak] Yo! Time is money, and money is time That's why I'm staring at my watch Hoping it stops on a dime I'm diving in head first (first), even with my clothes on Got more passion than a couple dancing to that slow song But why care when all these clowns write these sucker raps? Got more play than Hollywood cats with them trucker hats Shit! I don't know, but I guess That it's another reason for the L to rock to the test! On the occasion: When I'm getting down See, I go for the slaying Man, what you saying? A whole lot of nothing And a tiny bit of some But I flip that shit around That's why you never catch me fronting (Yo!) Write it down and don't forget that! See, I get under your skin You can't remove me with a wet nap On the searching in the hood for great powers So we pop with SpyTech in two times at late hours Sometimes it's rain showers But fuck, [?] got good wipers Problem is, you're full of shit like your kid's diaper Ha! Eyes on us, 'cause your time's up Yo, Nick Fury, where you at, time to fight some! [Chorus - Nick Fury (Big Oak)] First they want to take what we learn (Fuck that!) Then they try to steal what we earn (That's wack!) So we let 'em burn, baby, burn (And that's that!) So if you're rubbing me wrong then we ain't taking you back They want to take what we learn (Fuck that!) Then they try to steal what we earn (That's wack!) So we let 'em burn, baby, burn (And that's that!) 'Cause if you're rubbing me wrong then we ain't taking you back [Verse 2 - Nick Fury] I'm on the shoes, I've been up and down the path, man Started back, caught up, and then I passed them Been ahead for a mile and a half, and These dudes, they're fools, look who's laughing No need for names, or an introduction, see My calling card is a crowd that's jumping In the T-shirts and jeans at a high class function Very special people: Cheapshot's production! I'm sick when you get up, you already got me fed up Better shut up and give up, 'cause you ain't saying nothing I won't let up, I'm headed to fuck your head up Got 'em set up to get up Like you're looking for something Something better, something new More me, less you If you're taking offense, then I guess it's you We made some hits, now they watch how we're doing Rock some shows, now they call it a movement! And you fake cloud 'cause you sold some LPs? Please! Check out your section in the UCDs The world is spinning, now you're running out of time While I'm on top of L.A. like the Hollywood sign! [Chorus] [Trumpet Solo] [Chewbacca Beatbox]