it Gotta keep on pushin', keep on pushin' if you wanna make it Gotta keep on pushin', keep on pushin' if you wanna make it It's on you son, do what you
it Represent spin been through it God Hold the Mac splendid Time Balotti rap version of the black Gotti Rob me God'll act ungodly What never been done before It
I'm Skillz, ending out the Extra Abstract Grinding on nouns, hittin verbs from the back It's like that, that's the only way it'll be So if it gets said nigga, it
remix I be talkin' mad trash tryin' to get 'em to laugh See, if I click and drag long enough, I'll get the ass Bring it bag to the lab on Mount Prospect
're gone but we still feel your presence Nothing can bring you back, black Still and all it's just a fact that you gone Dive I intox on the bar, a dagger
on one second, okay??, ?Alright? ?Xzibit??, ?Hey, what's up??, ?It's Ron, Hightower? ?Ah, what's up, dude, what's going down?? ?Hey, nigga, it ain't
tux ain't rented it's been a minute I'm back in it Pulled up in the STS this shit's tinted Jumped out like the mack with the black apple jack on My fault
, dropping gems but no clue [Chorus] [Alchemist] Every dollar I spend on wax , I turn it back into cash Jetting back to the lab, I'm getting back on
keep it movin', we keep it movin', uh Keep it movin' an' keep it movin' uh Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh Keep it movin', we keep it huh, rharh
unlocks my lab's door Kemet lets you enter, heat generates from the center Lord Jamar's an inventor Production of black facts put on to a black wax
it movin, we keep it movin uh Keep it movin, and keep it movin uh Keep it movin baby we be movin uh Keep it movin, we keep it huh RHARHHH What's that
lab Cause talkin on a musical style Put it up, you get doubled for what you pay for I got plenty skils and it chills see As we creap thru da city AT-
dawn It's where Evil an' The Force manifest their form It's no good without bad an' no night without morn It's relativity, balance, stability It's creativity
do shit on purpose You never hear me say, "forgive me" I'm snatchin every penny - it gotta be that way nigga, face it That weed I sold to you, brigade laced it
brake pads on my car be rubber My oldest an' my youngest son always nuggin' Bumpin' me an' my Catholic savage, badness Dumpin' on phony ass, fake ass plastic faggots Grindin', dippin' an' divin' on