Young Leo DaVinci - Dance and Move lyrics

[Verse 1: Sterling Duns] And they want it all in laymens Same men wanna hate on me like Raymond Craving any beat cooking I'm a caveman Game plan: B-more like the Ravens Amen, daily praying These haters test but they ain't even grading I wanna be the best, so it's back to the training Back to the basics, running this thing like Asics Greatness, everyday I grind towards it And everyday I breathe, the team knows I'll die for 'em I heard others but now it's time to tell my story Get the job done, didn't even apply for it And I'm right, here, yep right here Sweating on the track like I rode my back here Put the beat to sleep, lyrical nightmare I felt the bottom, but I wonder how the top feels [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Leo DaVinci] And we back for another one About to blow up like a fire in an oil drum Oscar Robertson flow, you know we rocking number one I'm a real monster so I guess that you can call me Krum And I don't know if you can handle him Young bol so strong my momma says I'm handsome If I'm broke and bad I guess I'm Bryan Cranston Stay here for a while like your stereo's a Radisson And I just might embara** 'em If the game is prom then I'm the parent chaperone Never take a day off so yeah I never hang with Sloane Sallie Mae flow, I hang around like your student loans Trip 'em up like a stick in they tire spokes I'm the super shredder and these haters Michealangelo Raphael flow, paint a picture so beautiful Beating obstacles, Double Dare two triple O Real deal, flow Cruella DeVille Like that whack movie by Shaq yea this bol made of steel Bargain slacks of the rack I guess I'm a big deal Warren Sapp, I'm getting sacks yea I'm ruling the field I'm King of the HIll Hank on the grill Legend like Will Back in his '07 film Bols want me to chill Like a pie up on the sill I'm getting my fill Of these beats that I k** I'm sicker than ill Like the track got bird flu Make my mark Kwik-E Like my first name Apu Never comb over me Like a bad hairdo Hot like a lyrical stew And we gave you the spoon Cause everybody needs a dance track This one's contagious Better wear a Hazmat Cause everybody needs a dance track Is it cool to say That you should shake it like a Tic-Tac? [Verse 3: Rick Banks] It's Banks coming hard so respect me flowing I hit tracks running like Jesse Owens I'm liquid And you know I spit legit grit About to blow up The flame is on the lit wick Unemployment is high But I'm giving out work So to lay this foundation I'm digging in the dirt But things fall apart When the center can't hold So I keep my crew tight Cause I learned from Okonkwo They say I'm crazy when I spit When I just say that I'm way too clever But I guess I must admit I'm just a little mad, call me Tinie Tempah It's written in the stars Now it's written in these bars If we keep working hard That the game will be ours So I'm Phoebe on the carousel reaching for the bra** ring Writing Songs of Myself, call it Leaves of Gra**ing Walt Whitman Or is it Walter White? Yeah I'm breaking bad With my man Dwight Call him Sterling But not Slattery That's two allusions to Sunday night TV My favorite Sunday knight is on GOT That's knight with a K Allusions at 3 Cause Game of Thrones is what I meant by GOT Ok you got me I watch a lot of TV But when I'm not zoning I'm I'm intoning Man-Machine And it's my craftwork I'm honing And if you got that line Then it's between us So dense I need my own page on Rap Genius But let me stop with the brash stuff I'm not a star Nobody got me ga**ed up I'm just married to the game Trying to be a good husband Who said a dance track can't have substance?