Keep It Movin - Clear Soul Forces

Key in the ignition, bout' to ride the beat

Third CD, fire for that ass like a heated seat

Live from, the Motor man, you know the name

And we swerving into your lane get out the way

Beep beep, hey hey

This that hit like melee

A sharper image to Peter Parker that’s one for JJ

If my job and

Mayday, keep it movin, you schooling fish filet

I meant two fish fill it

My words they impute genius

Genius who rose above the ashes, the ingrained phoenix

We in, go in, til the day my daughter really rich

Even though her mother lame as fuck and always talking shit (wack)

Suck it up, sucks watch your ex make it on the scene

Success, rub it in your face, get some Maybelline

Gazerbeam, wash it off

But Sizzle never drying off

We shoot em keep it moving

We get cracking like a mazel tov

And you the wanted bruh, son of Scott Summers

That’s Cable

Not on that bitch cause we don’t have a label

No fabels

That’s why they never spin that like a dreidel

Fatal, Cain and Azel

Master chief on that halo

Shotgun a spartan laser prepare to g-guard your navel

Can’t wait until your book is pitched, we better be your payroll

Hold up and let me stop it cause of a flashing (uh-uh, uh)

Perry Allen, he like the teeth on dragons

No diss DC, except the Complex is where magic happens

Nameless, keep on making heat and we just keep on rapping

(Nigga back off)

I’m drunk, high, and I’m wasted

(Bout to blast off)

No time for the fake shit

(Better get lost)

This beat just get to thumping

And we get to head hunting

For any nigga that want it

Nigga we done ran the gauntlet

Up up out of the moshpit, slums

You either hoop, bust flows, or in the streets, shit

Then people switch, one minute they give you dap

Then they snatch away they hand cause they can’t understand your raps

Fuck that, judmental, fickle, bitter as a pickle ass

Backstab, snake grass, light it, hit the blunt, pass

One time, motherfuck the One Time

They just locking niggas up, using up electrons

We bomb, Detroit

We ride, destroy

We bomb, Detroit

We ride, destroy

Abuse substance, welcome to Hell’s kitchen

Devil’s palm audio, dream chase cardio

Only the beginning

We done been to rock bottom

And came out on top like kicking out of The Rock’s finisher

Our state of mind global, you could rule the city

Verbal black belt body your wordplay sensei

Nigga, enter the dragon when I’m spazzing

Engaging in Mortal Kombat with half of them is inadequate

Four headed monster, welcome to the roster

Where you see rappers, we see food, Red Lobster

Be a main course, your favorite rapper’s the cheese biscuit appetizer

Kicking your ass in a pair of these Pippins

Pimping, who’s in your Top Four?

We hunt yours

Spoken word hard as rock, welcome to Rap Rushmore

People closest to me be doubting behind my back

Like «your brother got a good job, nigga why you trying to rap?»

«Grow up, get a job», what I wanna work at Kroger for?

God’s gift, manifest destiny with my vocal chords

Nigga what, get em up

Describe our sound, real as fuck

Nigga what, get em up

Describe our sound, real as fuck