MOVEMENT ONE
VERSE 1 [Postell]
I’m horror, paranormal rapper from Amityville
Who’s bout to start a movement of niggas like Emmett Till
What The Fuck! - Just a bag o’ nut. Bitch, you broke the seal
Just makin’ forward thinkin’ music with a retro feel
Me and my partner B Side make classics still
He’s Erick. I’m Parrish. The rest of y’all niggas best ta chill
I stays up in pussy. Call me massengill
Money ain’t grownin’ like grass, but it’s still green - mass appeal
I got charisma in the bank - 20 trill
Hit up my homie Kate Stone. She got a flask of Makers. What the deal
Is? She says “Let’s hit the Guggenheim!” That’s surrealness
Bourbon got us bouncin’ off the walls like some happy meal
Kids! Show y’all little niglets how to do this thang
And love the life you live. Word to my homie Benton Greene
They never look to me to say, he the epitome of rap
So while I wake ‘em up, y’all go take a nap
(Fuckahs!)


CHORUS [NOTE]
Y’all stay on top what the web say
While we play crochet sippin’ rosé
Call us weird, fine dawg, that’s okay
Fleetwood Mac “You can go your own way”
Y’all must be gone on that José
Thinkin’ that we care what you hoes say
José - hoes say a lot
Still, we don’t care what you hoes say
Naw


VERSE 2 [Postell]
“How they be ackin’ so strange, yet so arrogant?”
Shout to The Retar Crew, my band of merry men
Spreadin’ merriment from Chi to Bed-Stuy, the hood
They say that we a problem but I say that problems good
Amazing Spidey spectacular, Green Goblin good
Your bitch is lucky if she sucks our dicks - Knock on wood
Cher chez la femmes get the kiss of death like, “Mwah”
Slummin’ through your village like we from the De-Toit
Hitsville USA soul-sound. We goin’ Barry Gordy on you shorty
G’s up and Hoes down
J, Jax, G and Clay - they the Tracey Morgans to my Tina Fey
If you ain’t know hoe, then you know now
This is the showdown, rap weirdos verse wack fellas
Can’t be held responsible, we doin what the tracks tell us
Word to Dirty Curt - y’all should throw in the towel
Cause I’m bout to get alcohol poisonin’ right now!


CHORUS [NOTE]
Y’all stay on top what the web say
While we play crochet sippin’ rosé
Call us weird, fine dawg, that’s okay
Fleetwood Mac “You can go your own way”
Y’all must be gone on that José
Thinkin’ that we care what you hoes say
José - hoes say a lot
Still, we don’t care what you hoes say
Naw


MOVEMENT TWO
[B Side w/ Pos]


MOVEMENT THREE
[Adrianne Duncan]