Sha Stimuli - Move Back (Overtime) lyrics

[Verse]: Y'all mythological n***as is comical My astronomical is coming through like the flu, bombing you All that I go through is in Pro Tools I be spilling and spazzing and bringing facts, you know how I do The Nate Turner, cat turning rap into mad sermons I k** any track, a whole album is ma** murder I tried to dumb it down on the last version And people was complaining I ain't flaming so it made me come back burning They tried to put my a** on a back burner, I stayed cool Some tried to teach what you can't learn so change schools The Harvard of bars, the Penn of the pens The Yale of music you feel, Princeton of the spins Maybe not Spins on the air, but folks listen hear If there's a throne then you sniffing the air Smell me? I speak for the vision impaired So they can see what I spit in your ears I went from living in fear And seeing fiends, sitting, dripping out tears To giving kids a sense of realness, witnessing my career It's like Megatron team with Optimus Prime Beat by the Megatron Don and an Optimus rhyming I am leading believers A preacher with ether Repenting for sins like the thieves next to Jesus Hot verse to hear but its deep when you read this Pa**ionate as hell so my seeds can receive this More than a rap, it's a seance combo My rain/reign just started, you should break out ponchos Used to dream all day about long doe My people pushed the rock for the green, we was Rajon Rondo Stashing the cash at they gay broads condo I admit, tried to switch her she said, "No, I hit her sister." I am definitely, effortlessly, evidently Showing the world nobody's f'ing with me If you think some other motherf**er's better than me You might be on the letter in between the F and the D (on E man!) Now take a second to breath Just said I over talk and I mess up the beat I said, "I know, but I'm letting off heat" I'm like a pit bull let off the leash You can't tell him "retreat" And he's locked on the tenderest meat I can't stop till the end is complete I'm representing the street Sidewalk, driveway, avenue and the corner I rep the alley, boulevard, until my body's a donor Now hold up I don't know where I'm going I don't know where I'm going But check this out I'm nice as hell, but I rhyme mean Try me I'll make you move back like a crime scene That's why someone signed me Artist, slash author, slash martyr all inside me No other spitter beside me Gives you his all I kicked in the door Then I hit my mans off I transport Brooklyn like a Jansport It's on my back Not just rap I got an obsession with bringing life Not getting chicks pregnant Don't get hype girl listen I got verses that'll stop your depression Whenever I'm in a session Don't think about the recession For every problem, deep inside is a blessing And I'm problem taking all your favorite rhymers and combing they essence I am here to change your world If it's cloudy and hectic If you were doubting a skeptic, you need to bow and accept it Or move back cause I rap like I came from a past life I'm crack pipe, gas price, I've got the hood on my back I've got the world on my back You know just where I'm at S.T.I Let's go n***a. My Soul To Keep. Overtime right now. It ain't over. Y'all think I be playing right? I hear y'all talking. Cla**ic LP you know. I'm not done