sometimes our moves are like so jedi
they're like so ninja
it's like we moved
without moving at all

sometimes we're getting evil eye
getting hulk getting avenger
stillness is moved
and we move with it all

saw the sign and broke the code
to get to the point where i was told
the riddle that would reveal
the password i'd need to get inside
hell yeah, no one followed my feet
i'm so quick, it's last week
let's do this quick, but keep it real
no one's trying to get fooled here
stop acting slick, just make the deal
its all priced but marked unclear

gotta let that empty become
gotta let that empty be done
gotta get that sound get still
gotta let that distort get on
gotta let their hair grow
so they can wear it like they want
couldn't let that let go
had to hook yourself one

don't know nothing
don't know nothing
don't know nothing
but through becoming

everything is empty
cuz we got to carry
let it be what it is to you
let the old shine like new

don't know nothing
don't know nothing
don't know nothing
but through becoming

i went out at night
looking for a fight
everywhere all could find
was dumbed up delight

so what i say
what a jip you say
it's enough they say
get paid exact change
still want to rob that train
still want to get away
kiss kiss a pretty face
unless it's in my way
in which case
i'm going replace
this loser's race
with bright-ass days
and you can f u n the a
f u n the a
f u n the a
ay-ay-ay-ay-ay

Thomas Quentin Sims

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/production-vs-movement-2/