The Movement Lyrics

Uh, this is the end of the tracklist

Beats slapped, then slaps turned to backfists

The fact is lotta rappers made the blacklist

My circle got smaller, I won't stand for whack shit

Access, raw power of Mammalian traits

Free men still slaving away

People hatin on the player just for playing the game

People play the same game and want the players to change

And this is bars for the archives

Bars for my heart to heal while the craft thrives

It's all for the love of the game

But the loud mouths are the ones with nothing to say

I'm on the Boulevard, crew full of movie stars

Like we give a fuck if some people don't know who we are

The crew got bars, the booth is lava

And its still all good: hakuna matatta

it's just the magic of the music

Close your eyes, vibe to a rapper spitting true shit

My pen and pad is the blueprint

This is for my people rising up with the movement

Up with the movement

Up with the movement

This is for my people keeping up with the movement

Who fuck with the old shit, fuck with the new shit

This is for my people keeping up with the movement

This shits ether, the shits fire

The beats lit, legitimate beast writer

Surgically splice cuts from royalty free risers

Murder the line up off the dome in the cypher

A perfectionist with imperfections

Watch the sleight hands giving misdirection

Watch the flight path coming in for the landing

Captain Primitive will remain standing

I'm pragmatic, and yes I'm back at it

A Grass-roots rapper with back to back classics

They're calling me savage, but I'm top of the food chain

Feel heat rise from the fire of new flames

And I just wanna make my mood change

Up and fly the coop but the truth is 2 faced

Too late? I've been right on time

I live for deadlines that's why I write on time

It's just the magic of the music

Close your eyes, vibe to a rapper spitting true shit

My pen and pad is the blueprint

This is for my people rising up with the movement

Up with the movement

Up with the movement

This is for my people keeping up with the movement

Who fuck with the old shit, fuck with the new shit

This is for my people keeping up with the movement

Uh, this shits Unorthodox

Some sets are train wrecks that we're forced to watch

I leave mics fucked up scorhin hot

And share warmth with my peeps where the torch belongs

Tight lipped, might rip the mic right

Grip it on the low to lift the night life

I let the light shine through grit and Tight rhymes

Definitely relevant elements like mine

You might find, me searching in the war chest

Looking gorgeous and right on your doorstep

I'm under pressure, under pressure I perform best

Word to Mighty Ash as we're stepping through the vortex

More or less hone blades to keep the sword fresh

Plugged in, in spite of the game being cordless

So fuck Jim, hold up and call Prim

Got a passion for my work, but rap I'm all in!

It's just the magic of the music

Close your eyes, vibe to a rapper spitting true shit

My pen and pad is the blueprint

This is for my people rising up with the movement

Up with the movement

Up with the movement

This is for my people keeping up with the movement

Who fuck with the old shit, fuck with the new shit

This is for my people keeping up with the movement