SLAUGHTERHOUSE - Move on lyrics

rate me

No I don't respond with answers that fit a script

So the repetition will make a nigga flip

We in the game of smoke and mirrors

Those engineering a bigger spliff

Blowing circles out they mouth getting praise but the shit is shift

I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it

Never alleged, word to dead I gripped a fifth

I made my housing tenement a strip, moving medicine and nicks

When I seen them coming I jetted from them pricks

And still to this day, though she clean, I

wish my mommy never sniffed

But the hurt is making me better with this gift

I'm live with this ink, you could die in a blink and

Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and

Motherfuckers, sometimes I cry when I'm thinking

Y'all ain't there when them tears being dried by the sink

It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner

I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters

Set up to be a loser but was made to be a winner

If they paint Hip-Hop I bet my face be in the picture

If they wrote a rap bible, bet my name be in the scriptures

If shorty say I'm her idol, bet her face be in my zipper

I came a long way from the staples in my skrilla

Stains on my pants hardly had a cut

The ladies ain't want to dance so house parties would suck

All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a cup

Nah I ain't complaining, just telling y'all what it is

So if y'all going through it now just know that another kid

Made something out of nothing - well I'm

fronting, I was never nothing

Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he something?"

I look at a lot of you cats and laugh

Cuz I'm the shit, man, and y'all ain't even passing gas

When I spit, I'm the definition of mastered craft

And all y'all ask about is Aftermath

Motherfucker move on

I got to give my own interview

Since niggas that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule

And paint me as a cynical

But the canvas will limit you, you can't go

beyond what there's no limit to

If I think Hip-Hop is dead I think it's being revived

And that comes from me being inside

Where the demons get by, see them goodbye

If I'm vehement here's why

Come from hearing it and seeing venomous lies

So the beast in me cries cuz when it's all you hear

Shit can overbear just when the over in air

So I try to think straight cuz when you stare in the rear

Rest in peace Stewart Shakir, nigga yea

I'm on another label, not that other label

That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs

Some say it's a conspire

I say if everybody's on the thrown that's

just more motive to kill the heir

Ask me about Pump It Up' and I'm a think you sheep

Oh you must not know I'm deep

I'm so off of music so y'all can soundscan every week

Me? I just got my little man every week

Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs

Cuz they was baby stepping, I showed them how to leap Ask me about swag,

I'm a change the topic to lyrics and then brag

Plus look at you like a fag

I love everybody, don't ask about who I beef with

They burnt the bridge but they was standing underneath it

I'm on my grind, Benjamin hunting

Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button

Stop using slang just for you to be cool

Cuz I go back to when it was cool to be you

I'm a hero, no I mean I'm Hiro from Heroes Y'all chase zeros

Motherfucker I just got finished hating me, feeling like a zero

They played De Niro, never been there though

So before your next thought, understand

Know it's much more to me than a man

Either that or move on

My rhymes a reflection of Scarface and Prem's soul

Before Jordan was wearing four five

I just look like this, I just seemed old

But I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker

To suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds

The real estate market is harsh, everything goes

From folds to who you was doing everything for

But I cut them off and move on to the new checks

New friends chasing my new ends with new threats

Watching my dreams fold like a stack of bills

In the pocket of who ain't trying to push up daffodils

But we the super group, you couldn't handle this shit

If you were standing before us carrying the pooper scoop

You dealt with shady shit? I dealt with shady shit

But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit

I mean that with all respect to Paul and Sheck

But Ryan and Marshal is all you get

My flows superb, I love Pauli Rosenberg

What I say in a track those just words

Baby boy forgive me, I'm just street

Cuz I can change into anything niggas want me to be like Mystique

I don't got to dig deep to realize

Slim bought Big Proof a big jeep

Because he deserved it, how can I mourn

The same way Shady did over him when he knew

him when he attended Osborne?

Marshal I'm sorry, I knew it went left

I ain't into fucking my family like incest

If you remember ice used to be my life's interest

Tell Hailey my wife just had a princess

Since I made up with Em there's nothing else

That I can move on from so who wants some

Like a jar of Grey Poupon

You have to ask anybody in any car

Want it? Or move on

When fans picture my interviews they think I'm in a swimming pool

With women who've been abused

So they turn into strippers making they living in the nude

One in the middle blowing my inner tube while

the interviewers getting ridiculed

Is this your vision? Cool. Let me give you a little jewel

Any dude who want to sit in my tennis shoes is missing screws

don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused

I'm two seconds from prison food, I'm a different dude

Pistol in my reach, man, still in Long Beach, man

Hoping if my grind don't help me get out, my speech can

I been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan

You can be MTV, I'll be C-Span

I deal with politics, bandannas and hollow tips

Half you rappers follow this, role models can swallow dick

Was stressed out over cash flow

Hip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes

Rap about a dance while I'm targeting cops

Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots

Make him a (ghost) like he part of The Lox

I won't stop recording till I'm making songs harder than Pac's

If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there

Every memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare

As a kid I had to steal breakfast

And now the best question you have to ask

me, "Is this a real necklace?"

"Where's your beat from Dre?" "Your feature from Cube?"

These things leave people confused

Cuz they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQs

I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the shoes

Back in Cali, niggas blaze and stress

Waiting on Detox to save the West

Even if the shit is dope it ain't giving you niggas hope

Unless your signature's wrote on the check from Interscope, nope Move on