Curt Cazal - My Kinda Moves lyrics

[Scratches: Curt Cazal] [Verse 1: Q Ball] I [?] in the beast with intentions, no [?] In your whole style mechanics, have you sinking like Titanic's Crews panics from the dynamics of the duo Smoke bones with thugs, kicking harmonies like judo (What you know?) My style is more deadlier than subways Hot like sun-rays, in ways my rhyme pays Q Ball rocks for days, spreading rappers like cottage cheese On their knees, my style is catchy like disease So holla when y'all hear me, blow like Naughty Power moves making money in mo' towns than Berry Gordy I'm coming more correct than nerds answers on math tests And when I commence tell me who can [sh**] best I'm blowin' sh** up like Oklahoma in this mother On the other side I've been gettin' special ed just like Lover Be mellow like [?] dragged through the gutters Q Ball and Curt Cazal represent like boxcutters [Scratches: Curt Cazal] [Verse 2: Q Ball] I stack chips like [?] With a whole plethora of rhymes, sayers and displayers Of the ill craft, cool like Shaq, [?] fly So puff this ill lye that I sift through hi-fi (Ah, 1—2) I'm posting warnings like the notorious one, son Calling all cards, once again it's how I get [sh**] done Uh, yeah, you know how I do My sense is common as I resurrect old tunes for my crew So who you? A funky [?] like some [?] So I get biz like Mark, now [?] they spark off they stink Below rock a DT, some n***as can't see we The duo D—Y—N—A—M—I—C, I be Grand like Pu' with mad rock like [?] As a be going in the Range with a deranged type crew Breaking atoms like the Main Source, calling swords to [?] So prepare to get tossed or get ta steppin', aight [Scratches: Curt Cazal] [Verse 3: Q Ball] I stay sharper than OJ's knife on his ex-wife Styles trife, it's all about the rhyme (word, life) But emcees on they backs like when they breakdancin' Q Ball got that sk** to get more lumps than breast cancer Moving on the reg', roll with hoods like champion And you can hear that QnC no matter who the f** camp you from (My crew are mad thick) Mad sick like [?] Bringin' funk like Flex, yellin' next up in the jam So all aboard, come and peep the [?] As we [?] with pronouns and adjectics Get it? T—I gets busy E—F—N—G With procedures that'll leave you eager like Beaver [?], the M—R period, dead serious Like [?] I run this motherf**in' world like Nas So-ah, excuse boss, me cellular phone I got this milkbone waiting at home, nah mean?' [Scratches: Curt Cazal]