This is a song about "Movement"

I like to communicate my movement to grace, no prayers for you, sir

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I use it and abuse it, yo this music, it's a movement,

Never will i ever utter never to myself

But a bullet through you would excel for the movement of cells

See dre did scotland and everybody jocked him

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

My movement to find the stupid mc's bodies who now lack

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

All the time with this glock of mines

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

And drastic movement of people acting stupid

The judas movement back to a christian love.

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus