Mad Skillz - Move Ya Body Lyrics
On the real, I freak techniques and beats in my sleepThe mack back in action show skills when I speakWatch my - leak when I bring it to your faceI still corner dimes, but in the nine Im on a paper chaseGlass rocks, mega tops, tims on your blockHolding heat like crock pots and keeping gs in my socks(so, whats up, hopps? )I got to keep it tight like seamscause aint no fiendsComing in between me and my dreamsSee what I mean, black?I keep it real like thatF a word is bondI need stocks and bonds from these ill rapsRappers wont see me with contacts, friendSo, please act youve got a siamese twin and think againcause in the end I start off with flavorNext to bless your chest with freestyle fantasiaSmooth behaviorSeeing rappers as illusionsMeaning they disappear but Im hear to keep you movingChorus:Everybody, move ya body!Everybody, move ya body!Everybody, move ya body!I dont think twice, kidYou know I bring it to ya live(repeat)See, I dont get writers blockYo, I block other writersAnd theres been nights I had to wear sniper attire for bitersDont make that same mistake and get scarred, retardI see that tape you listening to got you thinking that you hardBut dig this...Cut your hair and get your name on your stomachI still find ways to make your whole rap career plummetMaintainI steal mics out of the frameBut now people think they know me cause they know my real nameWhile I stay sameDoing shows and toursSomewhere in a phat crib(? ) playing sega in the dashboardStyles of sword(? ) and flowing steadilyTrapping mcs in mazes forever like frankie beverlyYou know the steezeIm bringing beats to they kneesHolacausting mcs and sees some gs before I breathThats how it beIts no doubt that iGot to bring it to your chest as I bring it to ya liveChorusSo, from this point on until the day that they bury meIll still be on a hunt trying to snatch this currencyPutting my peeps on while friends turn fakeThey get pissed thinking I be in switzerland checking some real estateDropping lps every yearSomewhere in a mansion with a butler named vincent jeffrey belvadereIm rareBut, rappers aint trying to hearThe reason why their girl freestyled her number in my earIts my year, son, and I aint trying to slipIm trying to collect props and get not(? ) to stretch money clipsHoney-dipsI keep em on like low endSo, f five-oIllegal, so we dont got to go thereIts so unfairHow I do wack crews shadyThey want to be next upTheir style sucks like a new babyThey cant faze meMics and man fusionBeats I keep bruisingDo your thing and keep movingChorus(repeat twice)
