Artist: Madd Kapp Album: Less Than Zero Song: Makin Moves Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash {*19 seconds of ad lib to start*} [Madd Kapp] I came, I saw, I conquered 'em all I experienced life in the rawest of raw And I'm not gon' be another name on the flyer Fuck a free show, that ain't even worth my while You a shitty sixteen, I'm a album killer I'm the hottest, I put that on my Grandma Willa You need a bite of some onion and a shot of some hot sauce If you're speakin in a feminine voice then FUCK OFF~! I'm Kapp man, all by myself on the hill You a image, and I'm the real deal with skills And I can smell them millions waitin for daddy And I'll gladly, start a forest fire, get at me This is, style rippin like you never heard kids So don't be actin like you never heard my shit It's Madd Kapp in the building bitch - ooh ooh! And you an undercover fan, go on admit that shit [Chorus: repeat 2X] I'm makin moves, cause I ain't got nuttin to lose Down to my last t-shirt, last pair of shoes And I'm starvin like a muh'fucker out on the grind I'm the first one to wake, first out to get mine [Madd Kapp] Respect the methods of minds that's greater True gangsters, be the ones that get that weightup Squeaky clean, even though the dirt's in route I never touched it, I never even left my house I was recordin when that particular shit transpired I was drunk, celebratin that I was still alive Unbelievable what all you motherfuckers will test You never seen a motherfucker backflip in a vest Then step, and get the hell up out of my aura before I floor ya, welcome to the new rap order It's the sciency Southwest faculty Makin moves, all of y'all bow on bend knees We lockin the game up, cuttin off your rep You disrespect, get your deuce pencil to neck It's not a game nephew, from the burbs to the projects It's the truth, and I'm lookin to sign prospects [Chorus] [Madd Kapp] Hate man to man, D got my back yo Guns blazin, pipe bombs blast the dough Real street shit, muh'fuckers scrapin the curb Hangin out of car windows, called fiendin to burbs Steel nerves, ice all in they veins and shit We ain't fuckin wit ch'all, this is live or die bitch I hear the rumors 'bout settin me up A bunch of gay motherfuckers tryin to talk so tough You ain't shit without 8 men standin behind you Try to fuck with me too much and they won't find you man I don't know if you heard or not A lot of assholes speakin soft done got shot Fuck a fantasy, if anybody seen your face you won't make it, disappear without any trace We can act like adults up under the same roof If not, allakazaam, alakaPOOF [Chorus] Makin moves {*echoes*}