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Moving

by Tiger from the Woods

on Fugee Spinna (2018)

[Intro: Liberace + Eminem + Tiger from the Woods]
And now for my next number, I'd like to return to the classics
Come on!
Classic, issa, issa, classic (yeah)
Ay
819 nigga (yurr, yurr)
Aight (yeah)

[Verse 1: Tiger from the Woods]
My feet raised above all, my beats praised above all
My cheese pays above all, my steez made in cobalt
My pen is slaying so hard, mama said to go hard
I'm stacking birdies and ones, all you do is go par
All I do is go far, bitches tryna catch a neighbour they gon' need a go kart
Doing everything you ain't, I'm almost doing your part
On the track I'm still a savage, why? I ain't got no heart
Done this shit for a while it seems I ain't got no start
Pull up I give you shiver, you fucking with my deliver
My lyrics fucked up your liver, cause I fucking flow like a river
You drinking up what I say, til' it's first in the morning you bumping tracks that I lay
I pack the fun in this pain, I act a pun in this play
You throw me inside a line up they only come for my name
So keep the face in yo brain, from the five to the 8 1 9
These fake cats with no lives, ain't got shit on my case

[Hook: Tiger from the woods]
You better start checking out what I'm doing
We 'bout to set a pace whole place better move it
You better start checking out what I'm doing
We 'bout to set the pace whole place know we moving
You better start checking out what I'm doing
We 'bout to set a pace whole place better move it
You better start checking out what I'm doing
We 'bout to set the pace whole place know we moving

[Verse 2: Rossiano]
Uh, I gotta start this off with a praise
Tiger hit me like “Rossi, I got a verse you could slay”
From Carolina to Canada better watch what you say
Cause acting reckless will only get you de-boned and filleted
Fricasseed and sautéed, cooking rappers on the grill while
Chilling out in the shade, they trying to figure how to beat me
Like the boy Bobby Flay, escargot, Crème brûlée
You trying to savor the flavor, I'm trying to savor ya face
Trying to savor the taste, murk you niggas off like
Tay-K and then do the race, back to the music no excuses
Cause for me ain't no breaks, I haven't slept in 4 days
You trying to give us your side but Ho you ain't got no case
I done seen the other side where niggas ain't got no faith
Lose their family, lose it all and disappear with no trace
So from the 819 to the 919
I'm living life cause tomorrow ain't promised today

[Hook: Tiger from the woods]
You better start checking out what I'm doing
We 'bout to set a pace whole place better move it
You better start checking out what I'm doing
We 'bout to set the pace whole place know we moving
You better start checking out what I'm doing
We 'bout to set a pace whole place better move it
You better start checking out what I'm doing
We 'bout to set the pace whole place know we moving

[Verse 3: T. Chandy]
Yo check it out
On my path, I'm walking the longest mile
While spitting out hieroglyphics, y'all swimming up in denial
My life gon' turn to a movie, the predator's on the prowl
The paper gon' come in time, in the meanwhile I'm gon' defile
The minds of all of these sheep
They- heard, to break em free
To open up they third eye
And see the vision in reach
Y'all talking bout presidential's?
I hope that y'all get impeached
I'm killing all of they doubts, and leaving these beats deceased
Decreasing all of the sewage that's leaking into the stream
Giving em fresh water
My well eternally deep
Exert and you shall receive
I pour my soul on these sheets
Hoping to sway the masses, my purpose I will achieve
I'm going for broke, killing it
Hoping that y'all feeling it
Light the fire inside
Success just now seems imminent
Tiger had hit me up and said Chandy this the one
Cause from here on out, I won't be coming down from the clouds
I'm the sun