Move. (move!)
Out my way.
Move, move
Out my way Too slow Out my way Move,
move Out my way
Too slow—
Get out my way.
Lights blur, lane switch Whole pack behind me Talk big,
move quick Still can't find me I keep the rhythm aggressive and
shifting One second calm,
then the whole thing lifting STOP.
Now move.
Back on the beat and I'm breaking the spacing They thought they
were leading, I'm changing the placement
Move,
move Out my way
Too slow Out my way
I’m stacking the phrases and snapping the cadence Then cutting the measure
before they can chase it Accelerate,
pivot, attack every pocket They reach for the lead and I’m already
beyond it Wait.
(wait!) Too late. Everybody staring at dust in my wake.
Rapid reaction, precise when I pass ’em I tighten the pattern,
then violently crack it MOVE.
Too slow.
OUT MY WAY.
MOVE, MOVE
OUT MY
WAY TOO SLOW
OUT MY WAY
MOVE, MOVE—