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letra de move - jswiss

poseidon eating something nasty how i spit it
a fan of the tribe but don’t ask if i can kick it
i write my own permission slip, in this journey
spitting fire that’ll urn me til money never concerns me
never see me in game like a throwback jersey
only in the rafters with the magic like worthy
back of my uni last name what them others ain’t
picture my sk!lls see the words reach above the frame
only use verbs and adjectives like it’s not a thing
or a place or a person who is out the same as me
sick but do it til my voice raspy
the crowd’s fun when i kickstart it so they back me
give it to me online the future is all mine
like a skateboarder with one trick it’s all grind
my pen strokes are sun rays it’s all shine
best 6:30 but now i’m coming for all time
that’s hands down if you get it hand out
give me dap you can tell your kids and your grands now
how you touch the hand of a man who stands out
spitting dope left and right til his dreams pan out
i take my dreams out the bed put em on the streets
and i can heal a lot of pain going off on beats
p-ssion buys life while money gets you a lease
i honestly want both before my bed is a peace, let’s move

(chorus)
compet-tion step outta the frame
the crowd go when they hear my name (uh uh uh-oh)
he got the songs with the lyrics to change
and the bangers is one in the same
peep that it goes 1-2 1-1-2
stand still naw what we gon do everybody just
move (x8)

move with the kick and the snare, move every single hand in the air
move more than just your head in your chair
move more than yourself, move earth move people
move sand move water move plans
write it out than live it out
if it can happen inside of your mind put it in front of your eyes
i play the second rakim, new god emcee
so when you pay for my shows you really paying your t-thes
a man could not, withstand when it’s hot
like i am if he think that he can he forgot
give em a wake up call a little taste what’s raw
and you can read my album t-tle i ain’t fake at all, naw
i’m the one with enough bars for eight folders
the only one who could blackout but stay sober
i’m the best part of your day player it ain’t folgers
it’s like tag when my words touch you it’s game over, move

(chorus)

- jswiss

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