Tommy's on the move I ooze with a groove,
All you ain't heard my nick,
Poopy write the blues like
Miles kinda blue, like, fuck it, we break rules
You, you just a front, dude,
We here back to demonstrate,
Number one ass round his sticks like glue
I'm a beast with a rhyme,
Turn that bright light off
Turn it, turn it, turn it
Turn that bright light off
Turn it, turn it, turn it
I say it to you one more time
Artis with a line I'm a beast
Frasier in his prime, said I'm number one,
ass round, bitch nigga, squat down
J's stand up, tell them old plans up,
Baselines penetrate, so we back to demonstrate,
Move, you, you just a front, you,
Boobie, he write the blues like,
I ooze with a, bruise with a, soothes with
a, who's with a, who'll hit a shoe fitter
Tommy's on the move, sick
Bervik, niggas ain't heard shit
Bright light bulb, the black light on,
turn it, turn it, turn it, turn it
Bright light bulb, the black light on,
turn it, turn it, turn it, turn it
Hope the strong survive my nigga