IN MOTION feat. LEEUHM and Mikey by TRUE COLOR RECORDS Lyrics
[prod. Silk Mahogany]
[Verse 1: LEEUHM]
Yep!
Hey young man, why you talking?
It's gibberish when you ain't walking
Hey young man, I am awesome
You sleeping on me, why you slothing?
Here
Lee can see that you're a wee silly
I'm reading yo lines but it's nothing in between to read
That's fantasy you're talking, so please grab a seat
Matta fact stand up, I'll tell yo ass to break a leg
At least then you'll really know how to speak of lean
'Cuz that's not even close to what you really be sipping
So keep on writing false writtens
They say I'm killing while spitting
You'd think I'd been diagnosed with a damn disease
I could do this with ease man
You only do it for cheese man
I mean that's great man, get yo money up
But it's hard to do when your fuckin' product sucks, right?
Shit, I wouldn't know
No mo' time to kick it like a dojo closed
August bout the time I got this shit in motion
And the project's still not out, no procrastination
Man real shit takes real time, real talk
Me, I'm washed?
I'm like a sitter boy now you being watched
I'm like a web, you on the web, ha, now you're being caught
Clean up how you're rapping, vacuum flows boy you really suck
I'm like LeBron with this W, boy it's up in chalk
[Verse 2: Mikey]
I'm in motion means I'm movin
You just going through the motions cuz your losin'
Auto cruisin'
Through your life is kinda stupid
Livin' like you're clueless
Like you ain't gotta choice about the shit that you be doing
So you sit home and brew it
You coulda reached a goal or two
Or something but you blew it
Now there's nothing left for you to do but point your finger doofus
It's useless to listen to the shit that you be spittin
'Cuz our writtens aren't equivalent
Our lines are not congruent
I'm a true mc
Always showing up that means no truancy
I been working night and day you'd think that there was two of me
Used to bottle shit up like I worked up at a brewery
Now im bursting through the seams they don't know what to do with me
Ain't no one as cool as me
Except the crew the cruise with me
And if you misconstrue the view
Your hues askew a fool to me
And if ya fall and bruise ya knee
You quit that shit is lunacy
But, truthfully, most these dudes ain't true as me
Got me booing in your eulogy
I hit these dudes with euphony
Tryna pay my dues n fees
So I can play the game with unity
But, since I'm new it's who is he?
He ain't wearing Gucci jeans or
Louis V
Just painter clothes, but he's still schooling these fools
And they lose with ease
Against a regular guy trying to pursue his dreams
Truth be told I do my thing
Your flows? No, they don't mean a thing
You say that you're in motion too
Ha, but your music isn't moving me
[Verse 1: LEEUHM]
Yep!
Hey young man, why you talking?
It's gibberish when you ain't walking
Hey young man, I am awesome
You sleeping on me, why you slothing?
Here
Lee can see that you're a wee silly
I'm reading yo lines but it's nothing in between to read
That's fantasy you're talking, so please grab a seat
Matta fact stand up, I'll tell yo ass to break a leg
At least then you'll really know how to speak of lean
'Cuz that's not even close to what you really be sipping
So keep on writing false writtens
They say I'm killing while spitting
You'd think I'd been diagnosed with a damn disease
I could do this with ease man
You only do it for cheese man
I mean that's great man, get yo money up
But it's hard to do when your fuckin' product sucks, right?
Shit, I wouldn't know
No mo' time to kick it like a dojo closed
August bout the time I got this shit in motion
And the project's still not out, no procrastination
Man real shit takes real time, real talk
Me, I'm washed?
I'm like a sitter boy now you being watched
I'm like a web, you on the web, ha, now you're being caught
Clean up how you're rapping, vacuum flows boy you really suck
I'm like LeBron with this W, boy it's up in chalk
[Verse 2: Mikey]
I'm in motion means I'm movin
You just going through the motions cuz your losin'
Auto cruisin'
Through your life is kinda stupid
Livin' like you're clueless
Like you ain't gotta choice about the shit that you be doing
So you sit home and brew it
You coulda reached a goal or two
Or something but you blew it
Now there's nothing left for you to do but point your finger doofus
It's useless to listen to the shit that you be spittin
'Cuz our writtens aren't equivalent
Our lines are not congruent
I'm a true mc
Always showing up that means no truancy
I been working night and day you'd think that there was two of me
Used to bottle shit up like I worked up at a brewery
Now im bursting through the seams they don't know what to do with me
Ain't no one as cool as me
Except the crew the cruise with me
And if you misconstrue the view
Your hues askew a fool to me
And if ya fall and bruise ya knee
You quit that shit is lunacy
But, truthfully, most these dudes ain't true as me
Got me booing in your eulogy
I hit these dudes with euphony
Tryna pay my dues n fees
So I can play the game with unity
But, since I'm new it's who is he?
He ain't wearing Gucci jeans or
Louis V
Just painter clothes, but he's still schooling these fools
And they lose with ease
Against a regular guy trying to pursue his dreams
Truth be told I do my thing
Your flows? No, they don't mean a thing
You say that you're in motion too
Ha, but your music isn't moving me