Moving

Alright!
I'm movin'
Movin', movin', movin'

Look I'm movin'
Witchcraft, where's my broomstick?
Make your bitch ask, "Can you Shazam that music?"
You got no nuance, ugh, you such a nuisance
Like whiplash, whip your ass if you ain't groovin'
I'm headed straight to the land of the Peruvian
But everybody knows my fuckin' brand's Nubian

All up in your ear like a Q-tip
Diggin' round, split the ground off your fuckin' blueprint
Gifted soil, drippin' oil, do the Abu Dhabi dance
Jalabiyas like ballerinas in karate pants
Ha, all you big shorties, you just rob a bank
I sense a new world order in my sonograms
I got words, Statik got some pots and pans
Some blah-blah, some boom-boom and we got a jam
And all you want's an aux cord in your Uber trip
Meanwhile, I start God to be Übermensch

Real stars don't waff for their positions

So why are you so starved for affection?
Shut the fuck up, do the work and get the dividends
Absolute power corrupts, let's do some difference

I'm movin'
Movin', movin'

Look, let me expand on that shit, my glass always half-filled
With young black milk from a Bronx flask tilt
You mix what I mix, you'd have a bad trip
You sip what I sip, you'd be flappin' acid lips
But me and my Bonnie, we felt like Jasmine and Aladdin
'Cause a flyin' carpet departed where we imagined
I know an animator, don't make me make him make you a
CGI dragon to virtually wing slap ya
Like my throat slit swiftly
Consubliterated with quick speed, that blitzkrieg

Pour that lager in your medulla oblongata and go to sleep
That's what makes you Scottie Pippen to me

Like a Wahhabi and creed, ya haram ya akhi
Went vegetarian, my protein is a bite of your meat
Ha, your liver could make some kind of brownie, it's sweet

A little Chianti for the treat
No, cannibalism's not ruled out
If I got a drool mouth, there's an animal in me
There's an anarchist in me, I got a banker to beat
Got Musa Mansa to be, I got a panda to free
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 goin' cuckoo
I don't need the Klan to do the lynching
Just give me the noose, let me tie the loose ends

Huh, how's that for a mood swing?
Ha, I punch the wall like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill
Skywalkin' with a gun, this shit go pill pill
People tellin' me, "Niggas, take a chill pill"
Fuck that noise, they gotta know I'm the real deal
Past, present, future, motherfucker, no spilt milk
But mass retribution on you fuckers with ill will
'Cause you're a pile of shit like Rudy Giuliani
While I'm a novelist like Haruki Murakami

Only if her boobies and booty look like she do Pilates
I'll be like Mookie and do the right thing

Ha, I got a rude agenda, I got a crew of Vikings
I need a new adventure, new album on the horizon