Make My Move
When will I know I paid my dues
When will I know that it's my turn
I've been so hungry and I've got to make my move
And I ain't one to waste my time so I can't just let it burn
Can't just let it burn yeah I'm here to make my move n shit
People think I'm crazy I agree that I am ludicrous
The Silent Bob of Rap motherfucker I ain't new to this
You know I'm rockin with Atomic still the same old lunatic
knew the shit, I'm addicted to music
I feel it flowing through my blood influenced to pursue it
I come from many different angles they all wind up congruent
And that is me up on the move out creating a movement
And even though my dream is lucid it's elusive as fuck
Yeah I'm quick to chuck deuces Wake reclusive as fuck
I am not the average rapper chasing loose at the club
All I ever fucking wanted was a booth and a blunt
Plus a team that can flow bomb willing to hunt
Formed up like it's Voltron killing as one
You can see us when the shows on feeling the bump
Yeah I've hurdled many roadblocks still on the run
When will I know I paid my dues
When will I know that it's my turn
I've been so hungry and I've got to make my move
And I ain't one to waste my time so I can't just let it burn
Yeah I can't just let it burn I got my eyes on the prize
You see the mask on my face but this is not a disguise
Cause you should know I bare my soul when I been writing these rhymes
I see a fork up in the road and now it's time to decide
Word to the wise, never give a single fuck
Welcome to the ride, keep your middle fingers up
Sleeping on the guy shit I'm Rip Van Winkled up
Waiting for the sign to give you everything I'm thinking of
Drink it up, man I know you love my fucking pain
Veins running dry now I am not the fucking same
Strange but I'm fine now harnessing the fucking flame
Crossing over lines POW hit em in the fucking face
Such a waste, man I thought we were friends
But I guess it's now the way it wound up in the end
Bitch I'm sick of acting nice I ain't playing pretend
You put a knife in my back I'm coming straight for your head
When will I know I paid my dues
When will I know that it's my turn
I've been so hungry and I've got to make my move
And I ain't one to waste my time so I can't just let it burn
I'm ready for the battle ready for the war I kill them all no back and forth
I stay on the grind with the middle finger raised I leave these haters in a morgue
I paid my dues I make my moves I paved my path we at the core
Thinking I might try force gripping on the master sword
I endure, see the mask of a hollow
Not a single fuck left that's a hard pill to swallow
Wake a satiated demon rolled a blunt and hit a bottle
You might label me a prophet but I'm not the one to follow
When will I know I paid my dues
When will I know that it's my turn
I've been so hungry and I've got to make my move
And I ain't one to waste my time so I can't just let it burn
There's no training ground for film making
There's no training ground for being a poet or a composer
I think there's no real training ground
More of a way of life than any technical things
The biggest challenge
It's always bureaucracy and stupidity
Just have to learn how to deal with it
That kind of struggle never ends
When will I know that it's my turn
I've been so hungry and I've got to make my move
And I ain't one to waste my time so I can't just let it burn
Can't just let it burn yeah I'm here to make my move n shit
People think I'm crazy I agree that I am ludicrous
The Silent Bob of Rap motherfucker I ain't new to this
You know I'm rockin with Atomic still the same old lunatic
knew the shit, I'm addicted to music
I feel it flowing through my blood influenced to pursue it
I come from many different angles they all wind up congruent
And that is me up on the move out creating a movement
And even though my dream is lucid it's elusive as fuck
Yeah I'm quick to chuck deuces Wake reclusive as fuck
I am not the average rapper chasing loose at the club
All I ever fucking wanted was a booth and a blunt
Plus a team that can flow bomb willing to hunt
Formed up like it's Voltron killing as one
You can see us when the shows on feeling the bump
Yeah I've hurdled many roadblocks still on the run
When will I know I paid my dues
When will I know that it's my turn
I've been so hungry and I've got to make my move
And I ain't one to waste my time so I can't just let it burn
Yeah I can't just let it burn I got my eyes on the prize
You see the mask on my face but this is not a disguise
Cause you should know I bare my soul when I been writing these rhymes
I see a fork up in the road and now it's time to decide
Word to the wise, never give a single fuck
Welcome to the ride, keep your middle fingers up
Sleeping on the guy shit I'm Rip Van Winkled up
Waiting for the sign to give you everything I'm thinking of
Drink it up, man I know you love my fucking pain
Veins running dry now I am not the fucking same
Strange but I'm fine now harnessing the fucking flame
Crossing over lines POW hit em in the fucking face
Such a waste, man I thought we were friends
But I guess it's now the way it wound up in the end
Bitch I'm sick of acting nice I ain't playing pretend
You put a knife in my back I'm coming straight for your head
When will I know I paid my dues
When will I know that it's my turn
I've been so hungry and I've got to make my move
And I ain't one to waste my time so I can't just let it burn
I'm ready for the battle ready for the war I kill them all no back and forth
I stay on the grind with the middle finger raised I leave these haters in a morgue
I paid my dues I make my moves I paved my path we at the core
Thinking I might try force gripping on the master sword
I endure, see the mask of a hollow
Not a single fuck left that's a hard pill to swallow
Wake a satiated demon rolled a blunt and hit a bottle
You might label me a prophet but I'm not the one to follow
When will I know I paid my dues
When will I know that it's my turn
I've been so hungry and I've got to make my move
And I ain't one to waste my time so I can't just let it burn
There's no training ground for film making
There's no training ground for being a poet or a composer
I think there's no real training ground
More of a way of life than any technical things
The biggest challenge
It's always bureaucracy and stupidity
Just have to learn how to deal with it
That kind of struggle never ends
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Writer(s): Bryan Sumner
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