[prod. Silk Mahogany] [Verse 1: LEEUHM] Yep! Hey young man, why you talking? It's gibberish when you ain't walking Hey young man, I am awesome You sleeping on me, why you slothing? Here Lee can see that you're a wee silly I'm reading yo lines but it's nothing in between to read That's fantasy you're talking, so please grab a seat Matta fact stand up, I'll tell yo a** to break a leg At least then you'll really know how to speak of lean 'Cuz that's not even close to what you really be sipping So keep on writing false writtens They say I'm k**ing while spitting You'd think I'd been diagnosed with a damn disease I could do this with ease man You only do it for cheese man I mean that's great man, get yo money up But it's hard to do when your f**in' product s**s, right? sh**, I wouldn't know No mo' time to kick it like a dojo closed August bout the time I got this sh** in motion And the project's still not out, no procrastination Man real sh** takes real time, real talk Me, I'm washed? I'm like a sitter boy now you being watched I'm like a web, you on the web, ha, now you're being caught Clean up how you're rapping, vacuum flows boy you really s** I'm like LeBron with this W, boy it's up in chalk [Verse 2: Mikey] I'm in motion means I'm movin You just going through the motions cuz your losin' Auto cruisin' Through your life is kinda stupid Livin' like you're clueless Like you ain't gotta choice about the sh** that you be doing So you sit home and brew it You coulda reached a goal or two Or something but you blew it Now there's nothing left for you to do but point your finger doofus It's useless to listen to the sh** that you be spittin 'Cuz our writtens aren't equivalent Our lines are not congruent I'm a true mc Always showing up that means no truancy I been working night and day you'd think that there was two of me Used to bottle sh** up like I worked up at a brewery Now im bursting through the seams they don't know what to do with me Ain't no one as cool as me Except the crew the cruise with me And if you misconstrue the view Your hues askew a fool to me And if ya fall and bruise ya knee You quit that sh** is lunacy But, truthfully, most these dudes ain't true as me Got me booing in your eulogy I hit these dudes with euphony Tryna pay my dues n fees So I can play the game with unity But, since I'm new it's who is he? He ain't wearing Gucci jeans or Louis V Just painter clothes, but he's still schooling these fools And they lose with ease Against a regular guy trying to pursue his dreams Truth be told I do my thing Your flows? No, they don't mean a thing You say that you're in motion too Ha, but your music isn't moving me