Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Movement II, artist - Kenn Starr. Album song Square One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
The Movement II |
| Kev Brown what up |
| Roddy Rod, Marshall Law what up |
| Sean Born, Eye-Q, Al Green, Quartermaine what up |
| Caliber, Oddisee what up |
| Hassaan Mack, yU, Slimkat, Kenwood what up |
| Cy Young, Early Reed what up |
| And to the younger soul brother Grap Luva, young Toine what up |
| And to the whole Low Budget what up |
| Battling my demons |
| Tryna grind even when it seems you’re defeated |
| Tryna find meaning in this green that I’m chiefin' |
| Like the smoke hold hidden messages |
| Know what it’s like to go cold, catch your second wind |
| Put the choke hold on those saying you would never win |
| All the while looking for a better blend |
| Wishin' I had a better set of friends to believe in |
| But it’s just me and them Low B niggas |
| And I’m low key sicker, was gonna be humble |
| But they wanna see me stumble like a Old E sipper |
| I’m a cold beast, that’s where I suppose we differ |
| I’m just tryna get my karma straight and voulez vous couche' avec moi |
| C’est soir with a fine lady marmalade |
| Doing what I do, they say Starr look like he fake |
| Nah I don’t respond to hate |
| Say what you want, I’m just tryna get my mama straight |
| Waitin' for the day my father get from out them iron gates |
| Used to rap more now a nigga conversate |
| I done found the pocket now a nigga gotta dominate |
| And when I get in beast mode |
| Call me Parker Lewis, can’t lose I got the cheat code |
| PG bred him and you see me reppin' |
| That 757 'cause I do it for my people |
| Off a fifth of the henn rock, they can relate to what my pen jot |
| They rather hate than give praise |
| Mention my name, you can hear a pen drop |
| Not itching for fame, I’m just tryna get props |
| Too much to ask for? |
| Fuck it, I just rap more |
| Giving 'em a crash course, dozen and half bar |
| Type of spittin' that’ll have 'em sending in a task force |
| Giving 'em that vision that they listen to the track for |
| And this goes out to everybody that doubt |
| Runnin' they mouth and don’t know what they talkin' bout |
| Rest in peace to Jay Dee, let me talk it out |
| They say word, K.B. |
| came across a style |
| That make herb ass niggas wanna toss they towel |
| And keep it movin' like a foster child that’s half gypsy |
| To emcees I’m like ten feet, they half pygmy |
| The other half pip squeak, I’m a flask of jack whiskey |
| To bad kidneys, shut it down fast quickly |
| So whoever wanna cross us now, if you that dizzy |
| Come up off it pal, I get that busy |
| Been in position to get offers now |
| Alotta subliminal disses gettin' tossed around |
| The backlash worst than Rosenberg when he bashed Nicki |
| We just tryna preserve culture |
| And if you counterproductive we shruggin' a cold shoulder |
| Off a fifth of the henn rock, they can relate to what my pen jot |
| They rather hate than give praise |
| Mention my name, you can hear a pen drop |
| Not itching for fame, I’m just tryna get props |
| Too much to ask for? |
| Fuck it, I just rap more |
| Giving 'em a crash course, dozen and half bar |
| Type of spittin' that’ll have 'em sending in a task force |
| Giving 'em that vision that they listen to the track for |