Move Me

[Intro]
Alright, no matter the decade
The flow is crazy
Representing
AMG

[Verse 1: ANTHM]
Yeah
Even in the 70's I'll still be the man here
Sniff a gram, fucking Pam Grier, Sharon Stone at the Tangier
Playing Al Green
A soulful nigga with wild dreams
And I'll deliver what the crowd fiends
I'll be the first to spit, with the first commercial hit
Have Sugarhill Gang sayin' "Your verse was sick"
80's baby, 70's heart, 90's flow and I'm ready to start, uh
I grab the mic and I like to go in
Half the shit you write with your pen belongs in my recycling bin
The other half should be a mixtape
Call it "The Life and Times of the Bitch Made"
And hold your breath until that shit's played
See the placenta spill on the floor
Fresh off of Hip-Hop's umbilical cord, spittin' the illest syllables raw
Ain't no one as real as your boy
Not McCoy, I'm that motherfucker fillin' the void
I'm the great hope
You just a fuckin' scapegoat for wack rappers that we slap
Grab a rope bitch, you ain't dope
I don't self debate
Carry that belt like a welterweight Mayweather
Fuck it if I felt the hate
Never claim that I clap at your neck
But I'll beat your ass in a battle for a lack of respect
Matter of fact, start grabbin' the check
Put your money where your mouth is, you're fucking with a natural threat
You'd be impatient too, if you was waiting to blow
Seeing all them bad bitches masturbate to your flow
Flow smooth like a cruise ship
When I speak I tend to move shit
Bottom line, I ain't gotta prove shit