F.A.B.

I've been a liar and a thief
I still want to move inside these beats
and this flow’s unique
I'm just honest as I walk across this continent
I'm trying to understand this weather while these people plotting shit
but inside it's like au gratin
well I grill them and got them
I'm born inside the belly of Gotham
I eat ‘em till it's rotten
I give a fuck about the government be plotting
pulling swords from stones like that shit was Camelot
I'm rolling up some heavy pot inside of my own pop
my gumbo got that flow and them people got them wherewhatzz
I show up wearing nothing but some crew cuts
slanging all my dreads while I'm killing all these Klu Klux
hella factions inside of this city lasting
time but inside were like atlas and I keep my practice
inside of my soul guaranteed I know my roll
I treat it like a bunch of cobblestone
no bread or crumb tracks for suckers to follow home
‘cause I still got my own hollow zone
yo my chromosomes singing like Aretha
I still drink a Lagunitas heavy bass be spilling out my speakers
the sneakers on my feet make the cypher complete
I got a hungry belly guaranteed I like to eat
everything underneath this canopy
just move through these streets like a fucking centipede
A thousandleggs hopping over putty graves
I'm slicker than some oil out of slaves grave
it's all about the haunted realty
I cruise across the universe so cool and so casually
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I weave some carpets I'm moving on the stock market
they got my people’s bone and sell it by the market
but it's Davey Jones locker with a shot of hot vodka
Ayo I always been a top Shotta
I need something inside of my cup, homie coffee hotter
but I still gave praise to that nigga Tree Trotter
it's Black Thought but these suckas get caught
feeling like a catapult, ayo they need some salt ‘cause they
unseasoned I be talking to these humans
in any type of season, guaranteed an breathing
flows like volcanoes on my ankle
my twisted ass halo but I still keep it angled
I'm cool born inside the belly of this pulpit
I jump out like Al Green on some cool shit
singing some gospel soul music
it's hostile I guess use, it it's awful but I do it
what's happening while we chilling and rapping
and these other people gasping
while we colder than the Aspen
I’m 10 toes 10 fingers and all ass in
and that's the reason why I’m making that blend
it's just a bounce
it's just a bounce
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ayo we smashing
welcome to the belly of the after
orgasm laughing as I move past Oregon
I'm in the organs I see the inner origin
I know the rhythm and this heat is hella scorching
we moving never boring on the impulse
the reason why we moving and we slicing suckers throats
because we sharper than a dagger
guaranteed I got a tagger
but I still wanna move like like a motherfucking dragon
bringing breathing lungs of fire for my own desire
we got that transmitting shit hitting through your own wires
hijacking transmitters
never been a quitter
smoke a cigarette to the filter in Hell’s kitchen
glisten and glide glide with the flow that provides
something inside of your body like a good drug high

We keep it bouncing
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We keep it bouncing
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This funny ass feeling
these funny ass glasses
and these funny ass ceilings
these funny ass floors
and these funny ass whores
and these people that be talking
and this funny ass chessboard
it's not monopoly but they still funny ass record
they press that funny ass shit I still praise the Lord
my vision ain't made out of no cardboard
but it's funny ass duck tape I leave em on the ocean floor
no Jaques Cousteau never jock a brother’s flow
‘cause I know inside this soul we got to keep it original
yo barcode don't mean nothing
it's no discussion no assumptions
I serve that ass with a bunch of onions

These funny ass these flows
These funny ass these clothes
these funny ass these assholes they acting like they know
It's funny ass that dro but we moving on our soul
but these funny ass these assholes they really don't know
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we shows up no debating about these other people faking
keep it hotter than the brain of Satan
they not relating
we not distributing but we seeing past illusions
here’s the truth in the situation we're not proven
nothing underneath this god’s blue sky so
why should I try to prescribe to a false ass diatribe
I know the devil lies I see your own frown
and that's the reason why I gets around town
with a flow like petrol through that motherfucking metro
bouncing off the innersights of your soul just like an echo
I gripped it once and my soul it never let go
and that's the reason why we're building inside of this ghetto
these meadows these heavy flows
inside our own soul
ayo we speak hotter than a fucking butter roll
these other niggas they gut is slow
but see we got that gutter flow
and that's the reason why we glow oh

This funny ass these flows
and these and these funny ass they grow
and I see these funny assholes and they multiply so yo
I'm trying to keep my soul amongst these funny ass these flows
and I still know the rhythm so I really got to go
outside to that sauce
outside the box outside the boss but
see me in that rhythm trying to cook up my sauce
my sauce is soul and my soul be my sauce so
see me in that background just lightened up on Molotov
Ayo these funny ass hoes these funny ass Bros
these people wanna grow in this funny ass this hole
these climb mates my people like some primates
we prime rate we boosting up that crime rate
we move like some primates
we are not involved but we born to problem solve
that's the reason why we still got that yes to that y'all
Ayo middle finger government these flaws
and every chance I get well I'm breaking all they laws
these funny ass - these funny ass these flows
and these people talk that money ass that money ass it grows
amongst these funny ass these funny ass assholes
I still want to chill with my people my people………