Still Bangin - Promoe

Move… move…move the Crowd

Change this style up

Shut the fuck up… fuck up

You’re still the dick rider

Promoe

Still the illest, whatever

Move… move…move the Crowd

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I’m still banging

Man I been leading the pack since Modern Day City Symphony

And ever since mother fuckers been telling me (what)

To bring it back to Modern Day City Symphony

Like they trying to stifle my creativity

I’m an artist, go ahead, consume my energy

But don’t tell me where I should or I shouldn’t be

Truthfully… I'm so ahead of shit

Already eating lunch while you’re skipping breakfast

Then… you would think I’m on Asia time

In the present, study the wisdom from ancient times

Know them by heart, don’t rearrange the lines

Through the most deranged of minds

Promoe

Still the illest, I (Yeah)

Move… move…move the Crowd

Change this style up

Shut the fuck up… fuck up

You’re still the dick rider

Promoe

Still the illest, whatever

Move… move…move the Crowd

To be continued… dot, dot, dot

I’m still banging

Dread, sucking like an octopus

Electric eels, you’re wondering what shocked you, cuz

Beard’s so long that I am stepping on it

Looking like a biker but no weapon on me

Fuck your fashion tip, I ain’t ask for shit

Fuck a fascist cop, with a badge and stick

Always singling me out for questioning

If I did something well arrest me then

What we should be doing is impeach the president

'Cause you can’t stop my thoughts, arrest my brain

Never in my life walk with the rest of them

No soul, no vision… brain caught fishing

I play in my own division

«I miss the old Looptroop»…stop bitching

Suck my dick later if you will

I’m sick like a dictator, Kim Jong-il

Promoe

Still the illest, I (Yeah)

Move… move…move the Crowd

Change this style up

Shut the fuck up… fuck up

You’re still the dick rider

Promoe

Still the illest, whatever

Move… move…move the Crowd

To be continued… dot, dot, dot

I’m still banging

Fucking with the Looptroop, is what they call a lose-lose situation

Crews lose occupation

Still banging bass drum, knock your face in

Keep competition so close, I could taste 'em

And they soft and sweet

Nowadays they don’t write, they tweet

They create a minimal, they’re criticizing me

And instantly revoke their very right to speak

So stick to the partying and bullshitting

This here for the hard working, true spitting

Y’all ain’t really willing to war

And those who were, they ain’t even breathing no more

Sniffing the coke, like your nose… the floor

Right there, I snatch the key to the door

Didn’t let me in before, so to even the score

I’m a grab a life-time achievement award

And I’m out

Promoe

Still the illest, I (Yeah)

Move… move…move the Crowd

Change the style up

Shut the fuck up… fuck up

You’re still the dick rider

Promoe

Still the illest, whatever

Move… move…move the Crowd

To be continued… dot, dot, dot

I’m still banging