Fatlip Follow

Fatlip
"First Heat"
The Loneliest Punk
©2005

Verse

Let the games begin
I came to win, reclaim my name again
With a lot of times its been, blame the Hen, for the frame of mind I'm in
WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING MAN?
I can't call it
I frolic Hollywood like a alcoholic
Fallin' all over bar brawlin'
Used to be ballin'
Now it's all cigarette no filter
Livin' at moms still cause I tricked a million
Should've been buildin'
Instead I spend bread on head from hoes
Hundred dollars a pop to shed they clothes
Back and forth to the spot to cop the O's
Didn't stop 'til I blood clot my nose
You know how it goes...
I'm feeling mighty dozed...

Chorus
Think I'm not mistakin'
This take and
Rhyme is in the makin'
Now we will see who real and who fakin'
Ya'll will think I'm not shy of wakin'
Ladies shakin, b-boy's breakin, Radio station, every rotation
Got no time to keep wastin'
On drinkin' drugs and hoe chasin'

Verse

Line for line
Each rhyme sublime
Rep for the west end to test the time
In my prime a legend in my own mind
On my grind in front not behind
Fuck a bitch let me find my niche
Then I can have all kind when I get rich
But for now my style is just filthy
Diggin' ditches underground is the foundation that built me
I'm deep rooted
Hip hop apostle out to get looted
Respect is saluted
In time I meant this perfected by students
Forget the rhetoric
A veteran in the game, remain a step ahead of it
Far from irrelevant
Hell-a-bent from cocaine, but brain remains intelligent.

Chorus

Think I'm not mistakin'
This take and
Rhyme is in the makin'
Now we will see who real and who fakin'
Yall will think I'm not shy of wakin'
Ladies shakin, b-boy's breakin, Radio station, every rotation
Got no time to keep wastin'
On drinkin' drugs and hoe chasin'

Verse

Intergalactic with my tactic
All of a sudden hoes attracted say, "Oww"
Ya'll faggets can't fuck with Fatlip
The black links on my jacket go, "Blaow"
Flip flow acrobatic backflip
I'm back at this so get to this now
Right now is show time, get dough time
Hit it one more time, then I'm out
Ya'll on the wrong route
Tryin' to cross me sayin' I won't go all out
Hit the ball like a bounce on some foul shit
Swear to God man I can't allow this
Time to get this bus-i-ness back in order
Cash get longer instead of shorter
Now it's my turn to eat, release the heat
Mission complete, when I burn the street.

Chorus

Think I'm not mistakin'
This take and
Rhyme is in the makin'
Now we will see who real and who fakin'
Yall will think I'm not shy of wakin'
Ladies shakin, b-boy's breakin, Radio station, every rotation
Got no time to keep wastin'
On drinkin' drugs and hoe chasin'