Moon Walker (feat. Ray Swoope)

Please leave, I don't wanna squeeze Walk on rappers backs like a bunch of dead leaves From coast to coast on mic we roast you At the round table breaking bread have a toast Please leave, I don't wanna squeeze Walk on rappers backs like a bunch of dead leaves From coast to coast on mic we roast you At the round table breaking bread have a toast Musical merchants stick rappers like sea urchin I turn on the news and take a gander at the circus Are you a puppet or a puppeteer? together like the musketeers It's a miracle if black millennials get up in  years  Rocks shows out and then slide like some penny loafs Some city folk, catch a bird if the city slow Side smirk, cynical, sarcastic from the getty go Cough in my face you'll get stuck, shit is critical  My squad get their roll on, on track like a pole vault I see things in black and white like watching Humphrey Bogart  Professor Dinglegong, no shape form to sing a song A year later 50 thousand more to sing along  You up next, that's when the homey come to ring the gong It's King Solomon with a key to bring a  following  They passing pumpkinheads without sleepy hollow and Mellstrum Ichabod the test of time like  Eldorado's and... Pull up, new exclusive luxury whip Custom equipped, sat back and watched the blueprint All Conclusive, kosher before jewish Aggressive but still the coolest My veins hurt when I write Hear the pain when I recite They go psycho, show up to the job like a co-worker I need a cold beer, life trying to counter punch me And my pocket got enough to buy the whole counter Clock got 28 on it We ball hard and come back with big trophies Had cases, had to get attorneys, Now I got champagne cases, the tables turning While you at home just decorating We innovating interventions for invasions Instagram the whole population My federation conquer everything, ain't no hesitation Zig, Zag, Zig, Godbody slap pigs While you niggas suck dick, pop pills & dance jigs Check my Tik Tok. Dog, it ain't a app, it's a wristwatch Living no stress, rolling bless from a zip lock Pit stop, on your bitch block. "Take that shit off!" She sit twat on my prick, rock. Then she get off I'm bicoastal, you just bi & boastful Taking all them drugs, got you high & emotional Talking bout you drilling, how you selling weight & who you killing You look like a clown, get out your feelings Close your trap, Bobby Womack, compose a sentence If you think you lonely now then, wait till I get finished Be the 1st nigga snitching, if the clique get on a mission Thought you was a menace, then you turned into a witness Locked behind them fences, with them killas & gorillas If they catch you in that prison, they gone strip you out your britches Muhfucka...  Please leave, I don't wanna squeeze Walk on rappers backs like a bunch of dead leaves From coast to coast on mic we roast you At the round table breaking bread have a toast Please leave, I don't wanna squeeze Walk on rappers backs like a bunch of dead leaves From coast to coast on mic we roast you At the round table breaking bread have a toast