| Move… move…move the Crowd
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| Change this style up
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| Shut the fuck up… fuck up
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| You’re still the dick rider
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| Promoe
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| Still the illest, whatever
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| Move… move…move the Crowd
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| To be continued… dot, dot, dot
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| I’m still banging
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| Man I been leading the pack since Modern Day City Symphony
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| And ever since mother fuckers been telling me (what)
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| To bring it back to Modern Day City Symphony
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| Like they trying to stifle my creativity
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| I’m an artist, go ahead, consume my energy
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| But don’t tell me where I should or I shouldn’t be
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| Truthfully… I'm so ahead of shit
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| Already eating lunch while you’re skipping breakfast
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| Then… you would think I’m on Asia time
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| In the present, study the wisdom from ancient times
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| Know them by heart, don’t rearrange the lines
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| Through the most deranged of minds
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| Promoe
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| Still the illest, I (Yeah)
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| Move… move…move the Crowd
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| Change this style up
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| Shut the fuck up… fuck up
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| You’re still the dick rider
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| Promoe
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| Still the illest, whatever
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| Move… move…move the Crowd
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| To be continued… dot, dot, dot
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| I’m still banging
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| Dread, sucking like an octopus
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| Electric eels, you’re wondering what shocked you, cuz
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| Beard’s so long that I am stepping on it
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| Looking like a biker but no weapon on me
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| Fuck your fashion tip, I ain’t ask for shit
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| Fuck a fascist cop, with a badge and stick
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| Always singling me out for questioning
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| If I did something well arrest me then
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| What we should be doing is impeach the president
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| 'Cause you can’t stop my thoughts, arrest my brain
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| Never in my life walk with the rest of them
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| No soul, no vision… brain caught fishing
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| I play in my own division
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| «I miss the old Looptroop»…stop bitching
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| Suck my dick later if you will
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| I’m sick like a dictator, Kim Jong-il
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| Promoe
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| Still the illest, I (Yeah)
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| Move… move…move the Crowd
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| Change this style up
|
| Shut the fuck up… fuck up
|
| You’re still the dick rider
|
| Promoe
|
| Still the illest, whatever
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| Move… move…move the Crowd
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| To be continued… dot, dot, dot
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| I’m still banging
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| Fucking with the Looptroop, is what they call a lose-lose situation
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| Crews lose occupation
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| Still banging bass drum, knock your face in
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| Keep competition so close, I could taste 'em
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| And they soft and sweet
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| Nowadays they don’t write, they tweet
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| They create a minimal, they’re criticizing me
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| And instantly revoke their very right to speak
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| So stick to the partying and bullshitting
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| This here for the hard working, true spitting
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| Y’all ain’t really willing to war
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| And those who were, they ain’t even breathing no more
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| Sniffing the coke, like your nose… the floor
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| Right there, I snatch the key to the door
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| Didn’t let me in before, so to even the score
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| I’m a grab a life-time achievement award
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| And I’m out
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| Promoe
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| Still the illest, I (Yeah)
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| Move… move…move the Crowd
|
| Change the style up
|
| Shut the fuck up… fuck up
|
| You’re still the dick rider
|
| Promoe
|
| Still the illest, whatever
|
| Move… move…move the Crowd
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| To be continued… dot, dot, dot
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| I’m still banging |