Artist: Qualo Album: The Movement: Chi-Bangin Song: Q Nation Army Typed by: Redd [Bridge] I'm yo momma I'm yo daddy I'm that nigga, in the alley You know me I'm your friend Your main boy, thick and thin [Talking] Welcome to the stink box Some of y'all called it a movement Qualo we just call it the truth You know the changin' of the guard Ace in charge, enter Chicago I'm gonna go head let Preast speak to dat tho (Preast) Preast's like Michael and Marvin With a mouth full of marvels On a mission from God but i'm missin some marbles This is a problem, and this is the answer Streets need a theme song, this is the anthem This is delicious and vicious as hand-guns Kidnapping and rapping we asking for ransom We randomly manage shit Clanish, a clique, we banish the bandits And manage they bitches Immortal movement nation ridiculous We are the cure for the hatred that sickens us Cutting like scissors through rythmns and snares We gon' be millions, gazillionaires This is a stick-up, hands in the air put em together like i handcuffed em there All you niggas, and you bitches, throw your motherfucking hands in the air If you don't give it up, then i'ma give it up, throw your motherfucking hands in the air Yeah [Chorus] (Jack White) I'm gonna fight 'em off A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back And i'm talking to myself at night because i can't forget Back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette [Bridge] [Talking] See me n my peers I swear we be about peace round here But some of y'all from over there Wanna poke y'all chests round here N i just tell you like i care Don't come around here without your fear Pretending to bring those things near Optimyst (Optimyst) Oh my Lord, oh my God People hurtin, times is hard Glass, scar, mind charged Tar, feather, the whole nine yards The hot mob, robs, start some shit, i'll starve Carve, out your piece, large, get these marks After they seise, march, charge Hearts, walk, the light and the dark You already know what is right in your heart You just can't frighten the Gods Thats while we keep movin n fightin the odds If you admire, you applaud We steppin on stage despite all the odds Takin it back and slicin apart You get in the way of a platinum star [Chorus] [Talking] Link, i think they ready for the truth (Maasta Link) Blessed be the day we ain't afraid to say We all overrated son n it's ok That's the way we got to where we at today I ain't on a soapbox i'm not here to pray Go where you go you like where you at n stay But when you gon' realise you're name ain't Jay Pac died last century, now everybody bitin dude i ain't dissin 50 tho! Got yo bullet proof vest on, forget six seconds from next you can catch six Meanin if you got heat you still get tested A lot of killers turn bitch when them glocks get tested A lot of you don't know the difference between Bishop and Pac A lot of rappers playin thug cos they wish they was Pac Why don't you get locked up, robbed n popped up Beat, drained and set up, sprayed and wet up FUCK the police, stay free, keep tech'd up Till your pine box, should if not then shut up I'm antagonising the game, Link came Saw, we kicked ass now rap ain't the same All yo ballin, risin, fallin The end is near i can hear her callin But i can't call it Don't mind me i'm just an alcoholic Half of what you see, none of what you heard N money where your mouth be, guard your word Life is high, where your bird is It don't matter, black, white, brown, urban, suburban In the remote, you know, from neuro to negro Qualo from C-H-I-C-A-G-O So stone folk people we all we equal Listen to the words to the break when he go... [Chorus]