Qusai - The Movement Part III lyrics

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Qusai - The Movement Part III lyrics

[Intro: Qusai] This is a Mind Circus Production From the KSA, I bring to you Kamelion, Anas Arabi, Majic, Kaffien, Vizion, Moh Flow, Tim Granite, P.O.E.T The movement part three You s**ers! [Verse 1: Qusai] Yo! It's the mo-ve-me-nt Jeddah city committee We getting gritty, no pity Militia, lock and load, Glock the mode And co*k back, block your clock, and hit the road I'm in it to win it but I'm already a winner My people made me the one 'cause I was the beginner I move souls, move units, move messages to generations You don't wanna know what the damage is, uhh Next up on the mic, The Junction And to show 'em how we run things, right [Verse 2: Anas Arabi] Wanted movement so I'm patriotic on the beat Wanted immunity so I'm bionic through the street As we proceed to feed the fiend in the scene Keep the herb from the green, words from the gut and spleen It's a fight, dream without a type Sleep, it's a lice nest if you scratch heads with no deep thoughts and texts Life is a mess if you got nothing to rest to Real to pretend, king's deep, slow ahead Eyes closed, now eject, bye Run J-City, dumb, dumb diddy Edison your entity Majic, tell 'em what's the dealy [Verse 3: Majic] The movement's never been orgasmic, fresher than plastic Like you're from a casket And if you moving, leave 'em both, scratch it A crazed devil with a box of matches Taking measures drastic 'Cause I'm moving towards my ashes Running with me, getting action Fronting to be, now we're conscient 'Cause I'm driven just like a magnet Spitting the rounds, drop to the ground First to the pound, and then we bagging 'Cause we keeping this game slow Asking for mo', we give 'em a show Asking for a rise, we give 'em a blow Loving the flame, the fire of the stove Next player up, Kaffien with that criminal style Yo, activate [Verse 4: Kaffien] Dis the movement we moving Flow, screws in, so amusing, so confusing Hopping down the block with four inch woks Collecting drops, feeding cops with slugs and shots Call of duty, higher man mobs The figure five with the furious slops The seven eye skies, immortal, not afraid to die Revelation type of lifestyle Buck wild, infamous child A year of the rebirth of Armageddon Right now, who's next? Vizion! [Verse 5: Vizion] I blazed the booth Raised the truth, roof youths with it (So high) Did they lose you with the fake slamming news you get? Tryna confuse you with it, but you got bigger shoes to fit (Tryin' hard) Or be a war controlled slave when the noose's lit The movement don't move with a loose wit, the fruitless Mind games you're pushing on us it's useless No excuses for the ruthless that you is Check the way we shoot this, and groove to this blueprint Since we chasing more dough I got my man on the mic, it's Moh Flow [Verse 6: Moh Flow] It's Moh Flow, wanna move, never stop banging Oh no! You seen the news, boy, stop changing It's like the whole globe full of six built strangers I don't understand, we don't speak the same language I don't really see what's the reason for this anger I mean, y'all strickened, so am I, so handle What you got in your plate, sitting in your mansion It's raps y'all hear, I spit 'em with a pa**ion The hunger for mine got me crashing the scene, I'm asking Where Tim Granite at with that panic attack? [Verse 7: Tim Granite] Qusai came along And ran the junction in the marathon Moh Flow pa**ed up the baton And now we running the decathalon, the battle's on My Anas Arabi soldiers on the horses with no saddles on I got my Majic armor on Check our Vizion, 'cause now you're on to get battered on Pop Kaffien 'cause y'all ain't lasting long Not the Mind Circus creep And should've the paddled on Pa** to POET I'm sorry if I rattled on Tim Granite's out like the criminal you ratted on [Verse 8: P.O.E.T.] Yo, in my position to bring your a** fulfilment Pen wars with myself None of it was crifted, shifted, metaphored Myself needs encryption, demented dimension Paper extended, care unit, intensive My tongue is offensive Dammit, call it divine intervention Cracker jack'll crack a jack if our spits are whack Forget affiliation We are one movement on the track