oh. everybody in the placenladies to the front, fellas to the backnnLet's just keep this movin'...nit feels good. Oh.nnIt's '05, I'm still the man butnwith less shit to talk about these daysnI can't tell what direction that the world tryin' ta blow innand to think I used to try to get you open, it's a lost cause (yeah)nso now whenever my pen hit the padnit's really just a journal and I feel like my dad saying I'm too old for the partying and bullshitnbut too young to be responsible, it's that oh shit. (oh shit)npoppin to the rock and another blocknI ain't tryin' ta ripnI'm just tryin' ta talk and niggaz listennas if it'd even make a difference and shit nbonafide music nerd who likes to stick it and split.nAs far as Grams go, and Graham and girlnthey don't even understand me so damn me worldnI'm in my own space for realnan' I don't really give a shit about nmaking a connection or even being figured outn(uh, you don't stop, keep on)nnLet's just keep this moving...nnWhy half the time I try to reach out to fools on some bid'ness niggas try to leach outntryin' ta get this album dumped in a bitchnOhNo been the only one to handle this shit - so good looking outnlook what's cooking nownI'm 'bout to flood the damn market with a crooked stylenusually write my own beats but I needed a breaknso here we go, and for your DJnkeep me in ya cratenImma keep being the greatnkeep the beats as industriousnit comes down to a hand fullnyeah it just be usnbeat makin cats who also sing rapsnyou ain't catch me with the typical snare, clap, never thatnno stock drums, just orbiting throughnI could've bought a chain but I got an order to moventhe numbers and the slumbers that you cats been in nmy own man, I ain't chasing what's happening nfor real, uh...nnLets just keep this movin'...nLets just keep this movin'...heyhey.n