It was all a dream! Me and my team never sleeping to reach it//
Solo? No. No Nintendo but we on that we shit
Stuck with the music through the trials... and tribulations//
Took time (took time)… Had me working on my patience
Doctor-ish, got the gift to spit it the tightest//
I just… Flow let it go from my soul (soul, soul)
Beat so… cold I'll know that you'll vibe to it, ride to it//
So it's only fitting I say bye to it
Bye for now, buy a round on me (HEEY)//
Makin' Moves. So clear. This year.
There’s a feeling in the air//
No concealing that you stare at a star like no ceiling I’m appealing every ear
Every year, been getting better, betting that I’m sitting on my chair//
At the top at the end of my career. Yeah.
Right here: The beginning of it all//
Word of mouth: I shine like the stars and the Lights Out
I'm the best kept secret hoping everybody peeps it//
Makin' Moves, Makin' Moves, yeah I got my feet wet
… You hear my steps coming, I'm running to the top//
All you gonna hear are the squeaks from my sneaks, please believe it
From here on out you gon' fear our sound//
Like a... heroin draught,
I'm leaving you itching, bitching for pitching//
Up in the kitchen fixing the fix, and cooking the shit man
Damn… Competition wishing that it would end//
When I had what I needed. A pen and a pad and MacBook. That shook the game up
Came up… sneaking, reeking of talent//
Week in week out, check the views and re-count, reach out
To contacts, bomb texts, spam tracks, sending dope - anthrax//
Call me the dealer - hand-outs, all in, and out
Tell my story like a fable, put it all on the table//
And roll the dice: Craps.
Willing and able to put my life on these bars, now write
On your blogs: I'm the best in CAPS.
Lock-out the game like NBA //
Rising higher like fireworks. Makin' Moves is what I shout
Murder, Murder, your favorite rapper gets wiped out//
And knock offs get knocked out
Makin Moves' takin' time//
From mixing to writing rhymes, damn put my all in it
Blood, sweat, tears… Put my heart in it//
Bit cliché but anyway…
Been 3 years in the making. Or maybe four//
Maybe more, maybe less, fuck the stress
Fuck every single thing that ever got to me, it got to be worth it.
The hurt and the pain.
In the end of day, I made this to say//
Thank you to every single one of you that pressed play
P.J., P dot J dot. Biggest shining star like the moon when it's night out.
So good morning, good day and good night
from Makin' Moves,
released August 31, 2012
Produced by Soul Math.