The Movement Bear witness to the start of a movement Didn't pick this fight yall suckers brought it to us Not cuz we hate it's cuz we love the music And you watered down rappers are ripe for the choosing Rhyme like the sensei calling out his students Pay close attention to how the fuck I do this Young grasshoppers with eyes wide and tuned in Keep ya rhymes tight it's prime time so keep it moving All the shit yall spit god damn it's just sounds stupid Like you took twenty-six xannies then hit the booth kid So you got a hot song hommie that don't prove shit Time to reproduce it but now you fuckin clueless Where da fuckin artist that I grew up with When rap was about shooting shit and moving bricks Back then just making hits with the fuckin basic shit Had the patients to become the fuckin great estate bitch