swear my everything, you're not just all I have You're all I need You're not just all I have, you're all I need You're not just all I have I mean these
to justify to you Fool you're blind, move aside for me All I can say to you, my new neighbor Is you must move on or I will bury you [chanting]
to bury the living And bring life to the dead, to the dead One hundred years of waiting Thirty six thousand days Fifty two million seconds Six billion start to pray? Your every move
the turbulence Of your subservient Purple pin dinosaur Final pause dying to sign up on your Security blanket Minus stuffy sinus Mindless timeless flows Your whoobies gone You find what? Your
I'll face What I fear the most Blind my eyes ... But it all doesn't matter Right now But it all doesn't matter Right now Matter right now Matter right
happening? I got the biggest boulders right here motherfucker These motherfucking rocks fat, Hey, at ten 'o clock I don't wanna see None of y'all little
of mine knew her THE FUCK YOU MEAN SHE DEAD? WHAT Y'ALL DO TO HER???? [Humpty Hump] All I did was tickle her [Clee] Nigga put that on your pimp coat
thought they knew that I was hazardous Watching me move like Steve Austin And talk slower than a bastard It's getting kinda hot I'm coming outta all my clothes It's kinda fuck all
right to remain Then stay and I will bury you What's that you say Your father's spirit still lives in this place I will silence you Here's the hitch Your
my getaway smooth Nigga close your eyez, no surprise, bitch boom! Another Stick N Move... [CHORUS] Mov'n N Mov'n out, take that cocaine out your house
out the magnet Dragged it by his brain and his leg Where I'm from, niggaz is dead But only bury light niggaz, some that take get outta dead I live like
t a cat doing this Whisper two rounds at your chest, for your foolishness Send a couple more, wrap them cats that you moving with Watch how you moving, kid, your
the Iceberg fleece and gear And when the beef cook, I'ma put the piece to your head And if you see a white truck that mean yo' sheets is dead Then I'm
pack of great danes Ain't shit changed, see y'all niggas take your gold frames Spit in your face and I'm a have to smack flames Out your ass for tryin
'll shoot one of ya eyes You'll lose one of ya eyes I'll jam move and slump ya Leave your body in ranch cuckamonga with ants moving under My flows so
the foxhole for ammo In enough shit to bury Rambo I cock back releasin' all shit for the boot camp Plus worker laying in dirt thinking the Earth dead
penitrated your entire Physical, that left niggaz critical Killarmy the black son to make all fuckin nine planets digable With the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds alligned All