On Da Move

(album: Engraved In The Game - 2017)

Never forget who the king of the shit
I can make your eyes hurt with a flick of my wrist
Swag out proper it's ridiculous shit
Cricket bat to your head, yeah, I hit it for six
None sicker than this, I write rhymes over any style
Repping ABK fucking oath, it's been a while
My lyrical skill has got 'em fearing, I'm ill
Drinking beer and I chill after eating a pill
Woah, so ill with it, put me in the quarantine
Rap a circle 'round rappers, we all got a dream
Got out my weapon poking out my fucking Gucci shirt
Never lacking, I got enemies, I'm too alert
You should see when I pull up in my Range Rove
It's my second one, I treat 'em like a paved road
Type of cunt you never see them in the same clothes
Ten racks on the footy, what's the pain bro?

On the move, on the grind, it's the Kers one
Sipping drink, getting high with a burnt blunt
They pray for my downfall, I just laugh but
I could have your chat bitch in a bath tub
I ain't one to have my eyes on a truck load
Kicking back, getting sued as I puff 'dro
It's the Kers, I'm just living out my big dream
It all started in the South-West of Sydney

I sweat swag and I smell like a new note
I wrote this with a joint on a new boat
I'm so sick, it's to the point that I'm too dope
I came in the rap game as a new hope
A fresh cunt with a style that is all mine
Tat a king's name, mine's on my jaw line
A trendsetter with a vendetta then get a
Drug addict on the benz and you get better
I explain myself, my album documentaries
No matter what, I'ma never be a memory
Only when they lay me down in the cemetery
And, even then, my ghost will be your fucking enemy
It's the Kers, I just racked one up
The line was longer than the plate, I still racked it bruz
Then walk around fucked up, you won't see me 'til a week later
Kerser one, I'm your fucking girl's screen saver

On the move, on the grind, it's the Kers one
Sipping drink, getting high with a burnt blunt
They pray for my downfall, I just laugh but
I could have your chat bitch in a bath tub
I ain't one to have my eyes on a truck load
Kicking back, getting sued as I puff drogue
It's the Kers, I'm just living out my big dream
It all started in the South-West of Sydney