ANTHM - Move Me lyrics

[Intro] Alright, no matter the decade The flow is crazy Representing AMG [Verse 1: ANTHM] Yeah Even in the 70's I'll still be the man here Sniff a gram, f**ing Pam Grier, Sharon Stone at the Tangier Playing Al Green A soulful n***a with wild dreams And I'll deliver what the crowd fiends I'll be the first to spit, with the first commercial hit Have Sugarhill Gang sayin' "Your verse was sick" 80's baby, 70's heart, 90's flow and I'm ready to start, uh I grab the mic and I like to go in Half the sh** you write with your pen belongs in my recycling bin The other half should be a mixtape Call it "The Life and Times of the b**h Made" And hold your breath until that sh**'s played See the placenta spill on the floor Fresh off of Hip-Hop's umbilical cord, spittin' the illest syllables raw Ain't no one as real as your boy Not McCoy, I'm that motherf**er fillin' the void I'm the great hope You just a f**in' scapegoat for wack rappers that we slap Grab a rope b**h, you ain't dope I don't self debate Carry that belt like a welterweight Mayweather f** it if I felt the hate Never claim that I clap at your neck But I'll beat your a** in a battle for a lack of respect Matter of fact, start grabbin' the check Put your money where your mouth is, you're f**ing with a natural threat You'd be impatient too, if you was waiting to blow Seeing all them bad b**hes masturbate to your flow Flow smooth like a cruise ship When I speak I tend to move sh** Bottom line, I ain't gotta prove sh**