(Verse 1)
Feel me as I give it to ya blood raw
These haters get cut off, no love lost

As I share my sweat, tears, and blood loss
Drunk off sucess, so i'm goin' off
These women always showing off their skin

But i know alot bout them
And temptations of the flesh
So i try my best to not get involved with all that mess

Make my jams collect my checks
Cuz my time has come, situations dire
Admire, I set the booth on fire

Weed and patron got me feelin wired
Got my feet up as I'm coming up like reflux
Kickin it like fifa, cant ever deduct from my gift of gab

Mix a pint a swag, with a tablespoon of abstract rap
And what do you know, i rip the track
So go'on homie sit on back, while i take off like a rocket

Gimme a beat, i'll shock it
Like wet fingers in electronic sockets
To me you're just microscopic when i drop it

They say love is the key, well im the locksmith
And i got the keys, to open what's between ya knees
The old Moses split seas, but instead, this one splits legs

Spits death, got a 6th sense for this thing so watch as I embrace sucess
Get wrecked, as my words collide, nothing less than my all tonight
No need to be coy, you can call me the boss but I dont employ

You cant match MOE on tracks cuz he simply destroys

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Cuz i'm the consistent, persistent, but never $$#isted
You know I set the stage ablaze as soon as I hit it
I tell my home boys, while you're here you better live it

Despite all the odds, I still silence all my critics
But dont worry bout Moe, bout Moe
I'm steady makin dough, with a new flow fasho

I tell these haters get low, get low, get low
And just worry bout yours, bout yours, bout yours
And i'ma get mine


(Verse 2)
I want it all, the whole kit and kaboodle

They say talk is cheap like ramen noodles
But in the booth i'm never frugal
To be truthful is crutial

Painting masterpieces while these other boys doodle
Similar to Van-Gough, unlimited ammo like Rambo
Just visions of me up in the Lambo

Microphone magic like hail from Orlando
Livin fast sorry Mom, I cant slow up
Cuz as I grow up, swear i'm like Mr. Planters

I'm just gettin mo' nuts
Cut throat on the mic, so dont get ya throat cut
Shows up for you, and i'm ready for my close up

No rush for the fame but the money is a must
In the quest for mo' bucks, man i'm just warming up
They say I look like Drizzy, but I say so what

In the studio cryin out success never choked up
But hold up, oh what, oh what


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I'ma get mineee
yeah i'ma get mine

yeah ima get mine
So what, So what?
Yeah, Ha! So what, So what?


(Verse 3)
And i aint Drake, i'm Moses

I suggest you know this, i'm so braggadocious
My rhymes mad ferocious
Prepare for devastation

Lyrical detentation
Pending obliteration
Look what i'm creatin' uhh

Transform my flow, i'm in my Optimus Prime
Visionary bars, I spit optical rhymes
When i use these vocal chords, Moses is a war lord
I had metaphors within my umbilical chord
Cuttin like a sword/ bruh serious, a real lyricist

Hearin this see's i give off energy like photosynthesis
Nobody spit intense as this
Legendary sentences, this is no coincidence
I'm sending this message out to anyone who's listenin
Me and the melody share something so intimate

I got the game on lock
And my onslaught's non-stop