More Than Music

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, okay (We gon' do it like this) I'm back again, Santana (Oh) Fuck with your boy (Dipset) Dipset (Yeah), Heatmakerz (Yeah) [Verse 1] Yo, I try to be easy I try to be calm, breathe easy, it don't seem easy (Nope) I'm on my P's and Q's (What else?) Y's and Z's, 4-5's on the side of me (Uh-huh) Plus, four guys on the side of me (With what?) With 4-5's on the side of them (Yeah) We could play now, this is a war, not a playground We came to lay or get laid down, spray or get sprayed down Waterfalls any day now, cops with their wall-to-wall raid downs I'm ducking and weaving (Uh-huh), running and leaving Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing Or the plunger they stuck in Louima So I'm stuck with this Nina, I'm stuck with this finger Itchy as fuck, you fucked up I'll leave ya, chump Went to school, but ain't stay in class, hated class Only first period, yep, I could relate to math Played games, but the games is bad You know, cops and robbers, laser tag, see what I was aiming at Hop-scotch on niggas faces left my ankles bad That ain't stop me from working, I got me a worker Got him to work, and yeah, chopping the work up Keep him on the clock, clocking my work up, niggas know me Taught him how to cook, liven his work up Told him it's not the pot, it's the worker, gotta mix, shorty Gotta do it like this, shorty (This shorty) Clockwise, counterclockwise, it's all in the wrist, shorty Fuck with me (Shorty) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] This is a movement, this is a union This is more than what you people call music I'm part of this Dipset confusion TECs up, we moving, catch up, y'all losing Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope (Yeah, uh-huh) This is powerful music that I bring to the table Sequel to Abel, fuck with your boy, oh [Verse 2] You motherfuckers really don't know (Nope) You motherfuckers really won't know (Nope) I'm real, fucka, I really won't fold (Come on) I kill fuckas and wheelie off roads (Yeah) Banshees, Raptors like I'm really off road (Let's go) The pain I feel, I really won't show, man The game is real, I really don't know, Cam If I'ma make it or not But my plan's to take it straight to the top Bring my fame to the block with me Harlem's my home, so I'm making it hot with me 'Til the day I'm laid on the block with shots in me Stay weeded, stay cheifing a blunt Stay losing some more pounds, I ain't eating enough, nope Stop fronting, homes, you won't do nothing, homes Killa locked this, I'm what's up and coming, homes You better believe One thing I was always taught in my household: better achieve No matter what you do, you better succeed That was embedded in me, yeah, the rest was left up to me So I, played my position, I stayed in the kitchen Base dripping off the bottom of the plate when I'm mixing Cake whipping on the bottom of the plate when I lift it Eight digits when I take it, break it and flip it This is the Matrix, I take it we live in Shit, I'm seeing the sun, I'm Neo the one, believe it (Come on) Handpicked like cotton, I've been sent here not to be forgotten My hands grip the dots in, I gets it popping (Yeah) Shoot shit, shit is popping Move bricks get it rocking, y'all know me (Know me) Your young homie from the block, y'all forgot me already? Holla back, the young Rocky is ready, whoa Yeah, come on, okay, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh [Chorus] This is a movement, this is a union This is more than what you people call music I'm part of this Dipset confusion TECs up, we moving, catch up, y'all losing Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope This is powerful music that I bring to the table Sequel to Abel, fuck with your boy