F. A. B Lyrics
| Song | F. A. B |
| Artist | 18andcounting |
| Artist | Dolor |
| Artist | goya_goon |
| Album | Strait 2 Tape |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stan Chisholm/Christopher Burch | |
| 作曲 : Stan Chisholm/Christopher Burch | |
| 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 | |
| ≈ | |
| 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 | |
| ≈ | |
| 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 | |
| ≈ | |
| We keep it bouncing | |
| ≈ | |
| 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 | |
| ≈ | |
| 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……… |
| zuo ci : Stan Chisholm Christopher Burch | |
| zuo qu : Stan Chisholm Christopher Burch | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| We keep it bouncing | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Stan Chisholm Christopher Burch | |
| zuò qǔ : Stan Chisholm Christopher Burch | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| We keep it bouncing | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
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