U'nique Music - Move lyrics

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**s 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 Pa**ion buys life while money gets you a lease I honestly want both before my bed is a peace, let's move (Chorus) Competition 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 tithes 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 title 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)