Moving

Intro:
Alright
Uh, I'm moving
Ah, moving
(Moving, moving)

Verse 1:
Bitch i’m moving, witchcraft where's my broomstick
Make your bitch ask, can you shazam that music?
You got no nuance, uhh, you're such a nuisance
Like whiplash, whip ya’ ass if you ain't grooving

I might've strayed to the land of the Peruvian
But everybody knows my fucking brands Nubian
All up in ya' ear like a cue tip
Digging round, split the ground off your fucking blueprint

Gifted soil, dripping oil, do the Abu Dhabi dance
Jellabiyas, like ballerinas in karate pants
All you big shorters, you just rob a bank
I sense a new world order in my sonograms

I got words, Static got some pots and pans
Some bla, bla, some boom, boom and we got a jam
All you wants a aux cord in your Uber trip
Meanwhile I stalk God to be Übermensch

Real stars don't war for their positions
Why are you so starved for attention
Shut the fuck up, do the work and get the dividends
Absolute power corrupts, let's do some difference

Ah, uh I'm moving
(Moving, moving)

Verse 2:
Let me expand on that shit, my glass always half filt
With yum black milk, from a bronze flask tilt
You mix what I mixed, you'd have a bad trip
You sip what I sipped, you’d be flapping acid lips

But me and my Bonnie we felt like Jasmine and Aladdin
Cause a flying carpet departed where we imagined
I know a animator, don’t make me make him make you a cgi dragon
To virtually wing slap ya'

Like my throats slit swiftly
Cunts obliterated with quick speed, that blitzkrieg
Pour that lager in your Medulla oblongata and go to sleep
That’s what makes Scottie Pippen to me

Like a Wahhabian creed, ya' haram ya' ahri
Went vegetarian, my protein is a bite of ya' meat
Ya’ liver could make some kind of brownie or sweat
(Schep, Schep, Schep, Schep) a little Chianti for a treat

No, cannibalism is not ruled out
If I got a drool mouth, there's a animal in me
There's an anarchist in me, I got a banker to beat
I got Musa Mansa to be, I got a panda to free

I got some answers to seek, that aren't answered easily
Hurt people hurt people so I damage the beat
All I hear is my blues sing, I'm going ku ku
I don't need to Klan to do the lynching

Just give me the noose, let me tie the loose end (Huh)
How's that for a mood swing (Ha)
I punch the wall like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill
Skywalking with a gun, the shit go “pew pew”

People telling me “Negash take a chill pill“
Fuck that noise, they gotta I'm the real deal
Past present future motherfucker no spilt milk
But mass retribution on you fuckers with ill will

Cause' ur a pot of shit like a Rudy Giuliani
While I'm a novelist like Haruki Murakami
Only if her boobies and booty looks like she do pilates
I'll be like Mookie and do the right thing

I got a rude agenda, I got a crew of vikings
I need a new adventure, new album on the horizon!