Artist: Gavlyn f/ Fawksie 1 Album: From the Art Song: Make My Move Typed by: westbingmanson@gmail.com [Intro: Gavlyn] Yeah check check 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: Gavlyn] 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: Gavlyn] 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