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negash ali - moving lyrics

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intro:
alright
uh, i’m moving
ah, moving
(moving, moving)

verse 1:
b-tch i’m moving, witchcraft where’s my broomstick
make your b-tch ask, can you shazam that music?
you got no nuance, uhh, you’re such a nuisance
like whiplash, whip ya’ -ss if you ain’t grooving

i might’ve strayed to the land of the peruvian
but everybody knows my f-cking brands nubian
all up in ya’ ear like a cue tip
digging round, split the ground off your f-cking 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 f-ck up, do the work and get the dividends
absolute power corrupts, let’s do some difference

ah, uh i’m moving
(moving, moving)

verse 2:
let me expand on that sh-t, my gl-ss 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
c-nts 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 k!ll bill
skywalking with a gun, the sh-t go “pew pew”

people telling me “negash take a chill pill“
f-ck that noise, they gotta i’m the real deal
past present future motherf-cker no spilt milk
but m-ss retribution on you f-ckers with ill will

cause’ ur a pot of sh-t like a rudy giuliani
while i’m a novelist like haruki murakami
only if her b00bies 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!

- negash ali lyrics

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