The Bass And The Movement

[Intro] And we know how to make some music And the music ain't supposed to stand still And little bit of, you know little bits of Negro Into the music isn't enough Music is all consuming, let me tell you... [Verse 1] You should have stuck with the original plan: To be a little man Should have kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan Give the kid a nipple cause he sucks Take the microphone from his fist he doesn't know how to clutch You wanna treat it like a playground? Well we can joke about your take down And let your pride get hurt when I tug on your skirt Like "Shut the fuck up! Professionals are tryin' to work." And to the people that don't feel us: Fuck em' Don't need em', can't see em', never leave em', never loved em' Stuff em' full of dick till the hole rips And let em' know that's what they get for that ho shit "Oh my goodness, Sluggo went and flipped his style I haven't really heard him act like this in a while" Bullshit! Still broke and I still fake the smile Blow ahead and download my dick to a file Yo, you heard Slug sing his songs about women Like he must be a weakling, I know I can fuck with him For those who wanna ride, come on, climb aboard I'mma be an asshole for as long as I'm ignored So either call my bluff or turn the volume up And make noise for the women that swallow stuff And put your hands up if you feel the music Cause all that matters is "The Bass and the Movement" [Interlude] I have a friend here who needs to put the brakes on. He's getting old And if he could put the brakes on time, he'd be coo' The brakes, the brakes, the brakes, the brakes [Verse 2] Step, step, step, step, step, step off You know you gotta get lost because you know you're soft Huh huh step, step, step, step, step, stepped on Is all you gonna get when you try to test the Sean You need to park that bitch and get a starter kit You might as well hire me to come write your shit At least then nobody'll know who you bit It won't hurt so much when they don't like your shit Silly Putty in a puddle of beer Quit steppin' in my cum and get your gum out your ear "I heard your new song son, yo this your year" Why don't you run along and tell your girl to bring it here You got no balance, combined with no talent Disgraceful, you can catch a face full of phallus Color me calloused on a retribution tangent How'd the love die!? How'd the hell you lose the magic? These cats is lazy, layin' down on the job I call Musab, this whole playground'll get robbed Those your props? Gimme that Your girl? Gimme that A three-pack of Jimmy hats I show you who the skinny mack You can keep the change. Hit me back when you're stable If she give good brains she can play with the halo "Don't worry you're in good hands, I'm a good man Misunderstood? Nah, just sick of the program." I only speak to put ammonia in the bleach An orphanage, I'm here to get a portion of the piece So play the leach: Suck me dry Dot your T's, cross your I's And blow me counter-clockwise So either call my bluff, or turn the volume up And make noise for the women that swallow stuff And put your hands up if you feel the music Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement" I'll keep this brief, I just wanna say peace And be quiet if you love the police Now put your hands up if you feel the music Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement" So either call my bluff, or turn the volume up And make noise for the women that swallow stuff And put your hands up if you feel the music Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement" From the top of Fiji, to the bottom of Christina Ricci Big ups if you bought my CD Now put your hands up if you feel the music Cause all that matters is "The Bass and Movement"