Fellowship Lyrics
| Song | Fellowship |
| Artist | Binary Star |
| Album | Masters of the Universe |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yo we gonna do it like this, Binary Star. | |
| The notorious Athletic Mic League | |
| And my man Decomposed, got flows, | |
| We do it just like this | |
| Yo, yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll) | |
| AML got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll) | |
| Real live ya'll, (live ya'll) | |
| Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll) | |
| Decomposed got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll) | |
| Real live ya'll, (live ya'll) | |
| Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll) | |
| Binary star got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll) | |
| Real live ya'll. (live ya'll) | |
| Yes yes ya'll (yes ya'll) | |
| We got the vibe, | |
| Real live ya'll. (live ya'll) | |
| Real live ya'll. (live ya'll) | |
| In this age of the Sagittarius, I'm abrasive in various ways, | |
| If you come across makeshift 'cause fake is as fake does, | |
| And fake kids get fake love, and lace you with hate that weighs tons, | |
| So I try to stay away from those type of guys, | |
| Don't got the heart to show love, no vital signs, | |
| We lost them, horizontal line, | |
| No pulse rate for usin' all your force to hate | |
| Instead of tryin' to coordinate | |
| Ya'll trashin' the name, | |
| And that's all we have in this game, | |
| Nowhere near the cash and the fame, | |
| So if you wanna bring it back to elementary school, | |
| Na-na-na boo boo, we hate you too. | |
| Decompose, | |
| Rhymes come together like crochet | |
| It will be no way, a rose like a bouquet | |
| It's simple to imagine it, but when the rap is great | |
| It's a bad mistake to gladiate my magistrate | |
| Yeah you have to wait 'cause I can't stand you | |
| My command to make you ear ring like bamboo | |
| I plan to reach higher peaks from a-liver beats | |
| Hit entire streets, inspire peeps, | |
| You better Bounce like dryer sheets. | |
| So what's the matter son, cat gotcha tongue | |
| From the raps that I swung | |
| Strap got you hung from the crap that you spun | |
| Attack with a gun | |
| That's where a pair of hoods can see us like cell as we reachin heights that Fair could | |
| Get high and rise to the top, like mercury, | |
| My birthday beat workin the mic circuitry perfectly. | |
| Worship me, I got what you lust for | |
| Cause on the rough tour I rock heads like Mt Rushmore | |
| Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll) | |
| AML got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll) | |
| Real live ya'll, (live ya'll) | |
| Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll) | |
| Decomposed got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll) | |
| Real live ya'll, (live ya'll) | |
| Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll) | |
| Binary star got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll) | |
| Real live ya'll. (live ya'll) | |
| Yes yes ya'll (yes ya'll) | |
| We got the vibe, | |
| Real live ya'll. (live ya'll) | |
| Real live ya'll. (live ya'll) | |
| If you're hungry for some real hip hop, we came to feed you | |
| I lead you, outta the dark with my cerebral | |
| Shine on the mic, don't you party people front | |
| We wanna see you jump like Evil Kinevil stunts | |
| Binary Star Athletic Mic League assembling fire kindling | |
| Gods gift to adrenaline | |
| Representin Waterworld, that's Michigan | |
| You lack discipline, | |
| You goin' nowhere like flat Michelins. | |
| Take off your Timberlands, you won't need 'em. | |
| That's what I tell MCs before I battle and defeat 'em. | |
| The Anonymous, who the heck am I? | |
| Testify: Guy on the mic, you can't see with a naked eye. | |
| Givin' you individuals invisible rituals. | |
| Line after line habitual, not your typical rhyme | |
| I said it first, whatever works, energetic verse, | |
| Your head'll burst, I bet it hurts, | |
| Time for red alerts | |
| It's like this | |
| (They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship) | |
| Whack MCs be the first to diss | |
| (They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship) | |
| I hear a million MCs pop they lips | |
| (They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship) | |
| It don't matter how many mics you flip | |
| (They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship) | |
| Metallic, Jurassic sole survivor, restrict to find her | |
| Oxygen, the brain depriver | |
| It's time to – hide me in your basement | |
| I introduce myself as Radon, straight cancer. More bomb | |
| Than air force one, let me be a sky diver, divider | |
| See my dreads break the blade of Delilah | |
| Besides her, the fact that we the cats the lick the grits from Mel's Diner | |
| My net concentrates the quick twitch muscle fiber | |
| Masters of deception – we do a show | |
| Show a little affection | |
| And the cat in the front row fronts: | |
| The modern speech will detect em, | |
| You're best off to move your rectum, | |
| Side to side just like a spectrum | |
| Jacques Cousteau , amphibious skills | |
| So deep you need gills, trainin for Navy Seals | |
| These waters are treacherous and | |
| For rappers jeopardous | |
| Lames attest its like Jaws with a death wish, | |
| It's suicidal, bring a knife to a gun fight. | |
| You dead on arrival. | |
| You shoulda known better, no court will hold me liable | |
| It's the law of survival, Chapter 1, verse 1 of the MC bible | |
| Need to get up on your studies | |
| School's in session for you and your butt buddies | |
| Take it back to rhyme structure 101 for you dummies | |
| And class is free so you can keep your pop monies, | |
| We do it 'cause were hungry | |
| What predator doesn't hunt for the kill, bust for the rush | |
| Real seekers on a natural high, we shootin up | |
| Through your veins, uncut, hot shots and such | |
| Fiends by any means, you feel it when we touch | |
| Many cats try to rap with this | |
| (They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship) | |
| Whack MCs be the first to diss | |
| (They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship) | |
| It don't matter how matter how many rhymes you spit | |
| (They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship) | |
| Theres a million MCs that pop lip | |
| (They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship) | |
| Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll) | |
| AML got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll) | |
| Real live ya'll, (live ya'll) | |
| Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll) | |
| Decomposed got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll) | |
| Real live ya'll, (live ya'll) | |
| Yes yes ya'll, (yes ya'll) | |
| Binary star got the vibe ya'll, (vibe ya'll) | |
| Real live ya'll. (live ya'll) | |
| Yes yes ya'll (yes ya'll) | |
| We got the vibe, | |
| Real live ya'll. (live ya'll) | |
| Real live ya'll. (live ya'll) | |
| Yes yes ya'll (yes ya'll) | |
| We got the vibe (x8) |
| Yo we gonna do it like this, Binary Star. | |
| The notorious Athletic Mic League | |
| And my man Decomposed, got flows, | |
| We do it just like this | |
| Yo, yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| AML got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll, live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| Decomposed got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll, live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| Binary star got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll yes ya' ll | |
| We got the vibe, | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| In this age of the Sagittarius, I' m abrasive in various ways, | |
| If you come across makeshift ' cause fake is as fake does, | |
| And fake kids get fake love, and lace you with hate that weighs tons, | |
| So I try to stay away from those type of guys, | |
| Don' t got the heart to show love, no vital signs, | |
| We lost them, horizontal line, | |
| No pulse rate for usin' all your force to hate | |
| Instead of tryin' to coordinate | |
| Ya' ll trashin' the name, | |
| And that' s all we have in this game, | |
| Nowhere near the cash and the fame, | |
| So if you wanna bring it back to elementary school, | |
| Nanana boo boo, we hate you too. | |
| Decompose, | |
| Rhymes come together like crochet | |
| It will be no way, a rose like a bouquet | |
| It' s simple to imagine it, but when the rap is great | |
| It' s a bad mistake to gladiate my magistrate | |
| Yeah you have to wait ' cause I can' t stand you | |
| My command to make you ear ring like bamboo | |
| I plan to reach higher peaks from aliver beats | |
| Hit entire streets, inspire peeps, | |
| You better Bounce like dryer sheets. | |
| So what' s the matter son, cat gotcha tongue | |
| From the raps that I swung | |
| Strap got you hung from the crap that you spun | |
| Attack with a gun | |
| That' s where a pair of hoods can see us like cell as we reachin heights that Fair could | |
| Get high and rise to the top, like mercury, | |
| My birthday beat workin the mic circuitry perfectly. | |
| Worship me, I got what you lust for | |
| Cause on the rough tour I rock heads like Mt Rushmore | |
| Yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| AML got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll, live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| Decomposed got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll, live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| Binary star got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll yes ya' ll | |
| We got the vibe, | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| If you' re hungry for some real hip hop, we came to feed you | |
| I lead you, outta the dark with my cerebral | |
| Shine on the mic, don' t you party people front | |
| We wanna see you jump like Evil Kinevil stunts | |
| Binary Star Athletic Mic League assembling fire kindling | |
| Gods gift to adrenaline | |
| Representin Waterworld, that' s Michigan | |
| You lack discipline, | |
| You goin' nowhere like flat Michelins. | |
| Take off your Timberlands, you won' t need ' em. | |
| That' s what I tell MCs before I battle and defeat ' em. | |
| The Anonymous, who the heck am I? | |
| Testify: Guy on the mic, you can' t see with a naked eye. | |
| Givin' you individuals invisible rituals. | |
| Line after line habitual, not your typical rhyme | |
| I said it first, whatever works, energetic verse, | |
| Your head' ll burst, I bet it hurts, | |
| Time for red alerts | |
| It' s like this | |
| They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship | |
| Whack MCs be the first to diss | |
| They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship | |
| I hear a million MCs pop they lips | |
| They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship | |
| It don' t matter how many mics you flip | |
| They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship | |
| Metallic, Jurassic sole survivor, restrict to find her | |
| Oxygen, the brain depriver | |
| It' s time to hide me in your basement | |
| I introduce myself as Radon, straight cancer. More bomb | |
| Than air force one, let me be a sky diver, divider | |
| See my dreads break the blade of Delilah | |
| Besides her, the fact that we the cats the lick the grits from Mel' s Diner | |
| My net concentrates the quick twitch muscle fiber | |
| Masters of deception we do a show | |
| Show a little affection | |
| And the cat in the front row fronts: | |
| The modern speech will detect em, | |
| You' re best off to move your rectum, | |
| Side to side just like a spectrum | |
| Jacques Cousteau , amphibious skills | |
| So deep you need gills, trainin for Navy Seals | |
| These waters are treacherous and | |
| For rappers jeopardous | |
| Lames attest its like Jaws with a death wish, | |
| It' s suicidal, bring a knife to a gun fight. | |
| You dead on arrival. | |
| You shoulda known better, no court will hold me liable | |
| It' s the law of survival, Chapter 1, verse 1 of the MC bible | |
| Need to get up on your studies | |
| School' s in session for you and your butt buddies | |
| Take it back to rhyme structure 101 for you dummies | |
| And class is free so you can keep your pop monies, | |
| We do it ' cause were hungry | |
| What predator doesn' t hunt for the kill, bust for the rush | |
| Real seekers on a natural high, we shootin up | |
| Through your veins, uncut, hot shots and such | |
| Fiends by any means, you feel it when we touch | |
| Many cats try to rap with this | |
| They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship | |
| Whack MCs be the first to diss | |
| They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship | |
| It don' t matter how matter how many rhymes you spit | |
| They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship | |
| Theres a million MCs that pop lip | |
| They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship | |
| Yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| AML got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll, live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| Decomposed got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll, live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| Binary star got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll yes ya' ll | |
| We got the vibe, | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll yes ya' ll | |
| We got the vibe x8 |
| Yo we gonna do it like this, Binary Star. | |
| The notorious Athletic Mic League | |
| And my man Decomposed, got flows, | |
| We do it just like this | |
| Yo, yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| AML got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll, live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| Decomposed got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll, live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| Binary star got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll yes ya' ll | |
| We got the vibe, | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| In this age of the Sagittarius, I' m abrasive in various ways, | |
| If you come across makeshift ' cause fake is as fake does, | |
| And fake kids get fake love, and lace you with hate that weighs tons, | |
| So I try to stay away from those type of guys, | |
| Don' t got the heart to show love, no vital signs, | |
| We lost them, horizontal line, | |
| No pulse rate for usin' all your force to hate | |
| Instead of tryin' to coordinate | |
| Ya' ll trashin' the name, | |
| And that' s all we have in this game, | |
| Nowhere near the cash and the fame, | |
| So if you wanna bring it back to elementary school, | |
| Nanana boo boo, we hate you too. | |
| Decompose, | |
| Rhymes come together like crochet | |
| It will be no way, a rose like a bouquet | |
| It' s simple to imagine it, but when the rap is great | |
| It' s a bad mistake to gladiate my magistrate | |
| Yeah you have to wait ' cause I can' t stand you | |
| My command to make you ear ring like bamboo | |
| I plan to reach higher peaks from aliver beats | |
| Hit entire streets, inspire peeps, | |
| You better Bounce like dryer sheets. | |
| So what' s the matter son, cat gotcha tongue | |
| From the raps that I swung | |
| Strap got you hung from the crap that you spun | |
| Attack with a gun | |
| That' s where a pair of hoods can see us like cell as we reachin heights that Fair could | |
| Get high and rise to the top, like mercury, | |
| My birthday beat workin the mic circuitry perfectly. | |
| Worship me, I got what you lust for | |
| Cause on the rough tour I rock heads like Mt Rushmore | |
| Yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| AML got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll, live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| Decomposed got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll, live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| Binary star got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll yes ya' ll | |
| We got the vibe, | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| If you' re hungry for some real hip hop, we came to feed you | |
| I lead you, outta the dark with my cerebral | |
| Shine on the mic, don' t you party people front | |
| We wanna see you jump like Evil Kinevil stunts | |
| Binary Star Athletic Mic League assembling fire kindling | |
| Gods gift to adrenaline | |
| Representin Waterworld, that' s Michigan | |
| You lack discipline, | |
| You goin' nowhere like flat Michelins. | |
| Take off your Timberlands, you won' t need ' em. | |
| That' s what I tell MCs before I battle and defeat ' em. | |
| The Anonymous, who the heck am I? | |
| Testify: Guy on the mic, you can' t see with a naked eye. | |
| Givin' you individuals invisible rituals. | |
| Line after line habitual, not your typical rhyme | |
| I said it first, whatever works, energetic verse, | |
| Your head' ll burst, I bet it hurts, | |
| Time for red alerts | |
| It' s like this | |
| They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship | |
| Whack MCs be the first to diss | |
| They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship | |
| I hear a million MCs pop they lips | |
| They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship | |
| It don' t matter how many mics you flip | |
| They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship | |
| Metallic, Jurassic sole survivor, restrict to find her | |
| Oxygen, the brain depriver | |
| It' s time to hide me in your basement | |
| I introduce myself as Radon, straight cancer. More bomb | |
| Than air force one, let me be a sky diver, divider | |
| See my dreads break the blade of Delilah | |
| Besides her, the fact that we the cats the lick the grits from Mel' s Diner | |
| My net concentrates the quick twitch muscle fiber | |
| Masters of deception we do a show | |
| Show a little affection | |
| And the cat in the front row fronts: | |
| The modern speech will detect em, | |
| You' re best off to move your rectum, | |
| Side to side just like a spectrum | |
| Jacques Cousteau , amphibious skills | |
| So deep you need gills, trainin for Navy Seals | |
| These waters are treacherous and | |
| For rappers jeopardous | |
| Lames attest its like Jaws with a death wish, | |
| It' s suicidal, bring a knife to a gun fight. | |
| You dead on arrival. | |
| You shoulda known better, no court will hold me liable | |
| It' s the law of survival, Chapter 1, verse 1 of the MC bible | |
| Need to get up on your studies | |
| School' s in session for you and your butt buddies | |
| Take it back to rhyme structure 101 for you dummies | |
| And class is free so you can keep your pop monies, | |
| We do it ' cause were hungry | |
| What predator doesn' t hunt for the kill, bust for the rush | |
| Real seekers on a natural high, we shootin up | |
| Through your veins, uncut, hot shots and such | |
| Fiends by any means, you feel it when we touch | |
| Many cats try to rap with this | |
| They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship | |
| Whack MCs be the first to diss | |
| They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship | |
| It don' t matter how matter how many rhymes you spit | |
| They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship | |
| Theres a million MCs that pop lip | |
| They aint got the brains, the heart, to spark with my fellowship | |
| Yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| AML got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll, live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| Decomposed got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll, live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll, yes ya' ll | |
| Binary star got the vibe ya' ll, vibe ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll yes ya' ll | |
| We got the vibe, | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| Real live ya' ll. live ya' ll | |
| Yes yes ya' ll yes ya' ll | |
| We got the vibe x8 |
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