Negash Ali - Moving lyrics

Alright uh, I'm moving
Ah, moving (Moving, moving)

Bitch i’m moving
Witchcraft where's my broomstick
Make your bitch ask
 can you shazam that music?
You got no nuance, uhh
You're such a nuisance like whiplash
Whip ya’ ass if you ain't grooving
I might've strayed to the
Land of the Peruvian
But everybody knows my fucking brands Nubian
All up in ya' ear like a cue tip
Digging round
Split the ground off your fucking blueprint

Gifted soil, dripping oil
Do the Abu Dhabi dance
Jellabiyas, like ballerinas in karate pants
All you big shorters, you just rob a bank
I sense a new world order in my sonograms

I got words, Static got some pots and pans
Some bla, bla, some boom
Boom and we got a jam
All you wants a aux cord in your Uber trip
Meanwhile I stalk God to be Übermensch

Real stars don't war for their positions
Why are you so starved for attention
Shut the fuck up
Do the work and get the dividends
Absolute power corrupts
Let's do some difference

Ah, uh I'm moving

Let me expand on that shit
My glass always half filt
With yum black milk, from a bronze flask tilt
You mix what I mixed, you'd have a bad trip
You sip what I sipped
You’d be flapping acid lips
But me and my Bonnie we
Felt like Jasmine and Aladdin
Cause a flying carpet departed
Where we imagined i know a animator
Don’t make me make him make you a cgi dragon
To virtually wing slap ya'

Like my throats slit swiftly
Cunts obliterated with quick speed
That blitzkrieg
Pour that lager in your Medulla
Oblongata and go to sleep
That’s what makes Scottie Pippen to me

Like a Wahhabian creed, ya' haram ya' ahri
Went vegetarian
My protein is a bite of ya' meat
Ya’ liver could make some kind
Of brownie or sweat (Schep, Schep, Schep
Schep) a little Chianti for a treat

No, cannibalism is not ruled out
If I got a drool mouth
There's a animal in me
There's an anarchist in me
I got a banker to beat
I got Musa Mansa to be, I got a panda to free

I 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 going ku ku
I don't need to Klan to do the lynching

Just give me the noose
Let me tie the loose end (Huh)
How's that for a mood swing (Ha)
I punch the wall like Uma
Thurman in Kill Bill
Skywalking with a gun, the shit go "pew pew"
People telling me "Negash take a chill pill"
Fuck that noise, they gotta I'm the real deal
Past present future motherfucker
No spilt milk but mass retribution on you
Fuckers with ill will

Cause' ur a pot of shit like a Rudy Giuliani
While I'm a novelist like Haruki Murakami
Only if her boobies and booty
Looks like she do pilates
I'll be like Mookie and do the right thing

I got a rude agenda, I got a crew of vikings
I need a new adventure
New album on the horizon!