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