Artist: Dr. Ama f/ Block McCloud Album: Split Personali-d Song: Move Me Typed by: Cno Evil [Dr. Ama] Clowns told me give it up, caution to the wind I don't give a fuck, ML 450 need a bigger truck Don't set up now, bitch, my bitch, let me get a nut Wash your teeth when we got beef, I see you'se a bigger smut Figure it's MC, the pedigree, I'm mistakable Basicall you envy me, just cuz I'm out caking you Keep doing what them haters do, for the sake of you While ya'll be knocking on the door, I be breaking through Battles you be may win one or two, I be scraping crews Never loss it, really never knew what it takes to lose Principal in the school of hard knocks, crazy Joe Clark to the hard rock Lean on me, if you want to Me and my team keep a little gleem to taunt you Jooks what, nigga, S.I.C. we crooks, what 50 first album, hot, second, aight, the movie, not Book sucked, third album took luck [Chorus: Block McCloud (Dr. Ama)] On the strip getting that gwop (that move me) In the V banging hip hop (that move me) SK's and P's and glocks (that move me) Fake tough talk on the block (that don't move me) [Dr. Ama] I'm not your average Joe, on the block, I'm battling more G-O-D with the savagery flow Swagger for sure, skeet a stage, engage in war comfortably Half of ya'll fun to me, other half cunt to me You losing when ya feds hunt for me, N.Y.C. None pararrel or perpendicular, D-R dot A-M-A Spray words that be ripping ya MySpace, iTunes, eMusic, use it Connect minds, polite recite, D5X refine Connect lines, two G, respect mines, swine's off the menu Nines toss the men, duke, 7 to the Cypher Divine Cross the venue, rhymes for the mentals Two hundred eighty gig, external hard drive Wisdom's moist sweating what the God drive, focus Queen Scope the scene, ma use the double D's, promote the team Sex sales, so I'mma boost the game like Nextel Force feed you raw hip hop til ya neck swell, vicious vermin Parrots in ya T-Rex frail, yes hell we gon' keep doing crime, so set bail [Chorus] [Dr. Ama] Get it together, now why would you wanna lock the game Run up in the label office, quick, cop the thang Contemplate, should I sit and not pop the thang Doc's deranged, hard for me to see the block the same Stop The Grain? MCA tried that shit before S.I.N.Y. is back, muthafucka, been through war With battlescars and war stories that'll rattle stars Tarot cards couldn't see the future Staten Island Criminals, came together strong like the sutra Shoot ya, anyone of us will, everyone one of us real And we all lust to kill no need to brainstorm Accumilate like grey clouds, you know how rain form Fans tired of the same song, that's like a nympho brain warm Last debating off the same poem Unlikely, search the globe, find nothing like me Google Doc Ama slash Nightbreed, aight B? Mic device held tightly, long slang precisely It's a fact, D&D tracks leak through like anthrax So all competition stand back and hold ya man back [Chorus]