Paul’s got the moves to outshine all

Well, see.

That's a point about the top of it is turning bright.

Yeah, yeah.

Paul Stacks boxes high like a tower of dreams.

Clayton's words roll like broken machines.

He says I can't lift, can't carry my weight, but my rhythm moves faster than your debate oh Clayton oh man you're all talk no action Your dolley is slow like it's stuck in traction I live

I shift I groove to the beat While you're tripping over your own too feet oh Clayton says I'm sloppy but he drops the load while I'm gliding smooth on this smoothing road I bring the bass line when the truck's on call You bring excuses that don't move at all oh, Clayton oh man you're all talk more action You're dolly’s slow like it's stuck in traction I lift I shift I groove to the beat while you're tripping over your own two feet im the reggae rhythm of the moving crew Your the static noise no one listens to while your pointing fingers I’m stacking sky high

I'm the king of the load you just scraping by I'm the regga rim of the moving crew You the static noise no one listens to while you pointing fingers I stacking sky high I'm the king of the load you'r just scraping by

you said I can't do my job right, but you can't even pack a box right you criticize you fumble and you fall Pauls got the moves that can outshine all.