Good day 
I’m respectful as yo cracka in my soup
Keep it pushing like a movement cause this what the people do
I’m from the e I’m from the a 
But ain’t a single sport I played
I danced for days
And wrote some poems
And now I act like I’m the one
I am
I’m he
I’m them
Not she
I been the bear you poked and now you duck cause I got teeth
I’m gentle I’m cunt with this shit I make from runts
I’m the bottom of the bowl you scrape cause shit is really nuts 
What?

Move
I got to much to do
Side step you in the way
I got a new game to play
Scuse me
Move
You in the way of my peruse
Fuck the clock and fuck the time
Cause everything don’t gotta rhyme 


What’s good
Tell them niggas you not hood
Burbs baby you from modern day edge-a-woods
Never struggled never lived in the ghetto?  good 
U the type to look at us through lenses blonde and blue
Type to tilt ya nose back when niggas clothes not new.
Type to listen to the music 
Type to catch the tune
Type to act it out in public like a jiggaboo 
Backspace, delete note, shit ain’t read for proof

Move
You in the way I’m in the route
Can’t fuck with quarters I’m a dolla
Can’t fuck any alma mater
Home school
Move
You living lie
I’m living proof
It’s better days on the run up
Moon go down 
Sun come up

Move feat. NEEK

perception