Move

Who's running straight when the path is skewed? I kept on trippin' up, and you kept on barking still Hard truth when we live on this rock Not every cunts gonna be like you Fuck your vice, I know my route We did our time, the waiting's through You have the choice, you gotta move Your chance is up now, we write the rules Big boys gotta be better Clue up, stop acting a fool Weak fuck with a bigoted view When you judge the fighting few Be warned of who you bite into I know my route, the waiting's through Your chance is up, we write the rules Deep in the well of your head The mind has rotten through Watch how we're running this shit The fighting few Will make light work Of those caught standing still Time is through Show your teeth Know that cowards lose Hard to kill, keep the speed up