Make Me Move lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah check check it's Gavlyn

Broken Fingers on the beat

And this one goes out

To all the people that just think they're just too fuckin' good

It's like, it's impossible being humble nowadays

It's bullshit

Get the fuck off your own dick

Check Yo

[Hook]

Let me make my move

I ain't got time to hear it I came to show I'm proof

Man, let me make my move

Actin' like you can run a stage please believe I be testing dudes

Let me make my move

Gav and Fawkes got the crowd in check

Don't be surprised if you break your neck

Let me make my move

Scar City Broken Fingers yeah

Let me make us move

[Verse 1: Gavlyn]

First things first

I'm sick of all this nonsense

Fools hatin' cause I got skill and presence

I don't get this

When I hear a person dope I get uplifted

And if i see them again I look forward to them spittin'

But if they trippin' thinkin' they the illest cat in the scene

Then I plug my ears cuz I be so weak to wordplay

Likes unique [?] but gets them on a high horse you see

MCs are too sorry

A poor excuse for Hip-Hop to make an exception

Fools talkin' bout violation and never touch the weapon

Unless you're like slim using their imagination

Oh that's your basic topic

And i'll mark it for certain for bluffing

Never touch cats

Let's get things clear

Doesn't mean I don't see what goes around here

Broken Fingers ill on the beat behind me

Born and raised and grimey

Drop a heart and laugh at all the wannabe's

[Hook]

Let me make my move

I ain't got time to hear it I came to show I'm proof

Man, let me make my move

Actin' like you can run a stage please believe I be testing dudes

Let me make my move

Gav and Fawkes got the crowd in check

Don't be surprised if you break your neck

Let me make my move

Scar City Broken Fingers yeah

Let me make us move

[Verse 2: Fawksie 1]

I don't mean to be rude

And call your asses out and point fingers at you

But you're [?]

You're booking all these same fools in these weekly venues

Ain't got nothing to prove

Keep your free CD

You call that paying dues

Straight paid for

[?] kick-boxing kid moves

Eagles clashing cross your path in your [?]

I just smile as you pass humble yourself when you speak

You got your nose in the air

Like your shit doesn't stink

Now what makes you think that you's a king

And when can I and what will we see

In the past that we share

Yeah we got what we want

And you're just a has been so

Kiss my fucking ass

I'm married to hip hop

This won't ever stop

And if my heart beats different

My spirit's got it on lock

Tick-tocking don't stop

Put your foot in your mouth

As I take my sweet time to let you know what I'm about