F. A. B

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 **** 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 ****ing 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 mother****ing 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 mother****ing 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 ****ing 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………