Move

Who's running straight when
The path is skewed
I kept on trippin' up
And you kept on barking still
Hard truth when we live on
This rock
Not every cunt's gonna
Be like you

Fuck your vice, I know my route
We did our time the
Waiting's thru
You have the choice
You gotta move
Your chance is up now, we
Write the rules

Big boys gotta be better
Clue up, stop acting a fool
Weak fuck with a bigoted view
When you judge the fighting few
Be warned of who you bite into

I know my route
The waiting's thru
Your chance is up we
Write the rules
Deep in the well of your head
The mind has rotten thru
Watch how we're running this
Shit

The fighting few
Will make light work
Of those caught
Standing still

Time is thru
Show your teeth, know that
Cowards lose
Hard to kill, keep the speed up