Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Fantasy, artist - Freestyle Fellowship. Date of issue: 05.07.1999
Song language: English
My Fantasy |
| Relax your mind… and take your time… |
| Relax your mind… and take your time… |
| Relax your mind… and take your time… |
| Would you like to be a part of my fantasy? |
| Fantasy, insanity, vanity, family, Kennedy, can it be? |
| It’ll be great we can break all laws of gravity |
| Make room, or fly to the moon on a broom |
| We can let it get, better get, etiquette, adequate |
| That’ll get sloppy |
| Ten-four, you copy? |
| Big jollopy, a poppy seed, pop a floppy |
| Teenybopper, hoppy, hype, my squad’s the gods of the mic |
| So play vanilla, hammer, shamma-lamma-ding-dong |
| Killer, slammer, plan a pop song, cut |
| But I like breakbeats and beatin' on the wall in the bathroom |
| The b-boy, b-boy, forever |
| Yo, punk- what’s your function? |
| Robotics, planets, products, annex, got it |
| Mechanics or sonics, organic, exotic, narcotic |
| Bought it, forgot it |
| I jot it down 'til I’m hooked on phonics |
| So much to do with a touch of double dutch |
| Of dodge ball, the Taj Mahaj’s right below us |
| Slow us down and show us the forest |
| Or a Brontosaurus |
| I’m a Taurus, poorest one of all |
| Born in back of the pool hall, a joker |
| My Pappy’s a penny and a poker player |
| Who’s a loser, screwser, booser |
| Livin' a life of anger |
| Had one, two, one too many Harvey Wall Bangers |
| So bungee jump off a bridge and soar |
| With the rubber baby elastic plastic |
| Band around your ankle |
| Fasten up, next stop: Banana Republic |
| For what? |
| hip hop drops |
| (who's the man with the master plan?) |
| (who's the man with the master plan?) |
| Every rapper in the house shut the funk up |
| Every rapper in the house shut the funk up |
| Every rapper in the house shut the funk up |
| Every rapper in the house die |
| Now every rapper in the house shut the funk up |
| You’re wack, you’re wack, you’re wack, you’re wack |
| You’re sucatash, you’re mow mow (?) |
| In a room, i wonder, might you, might you |
| My yeah right, your mic, mic, might be a slight slow |
| My mic, my mic will blow you right |
| Outta sight, wanna fight |
| Kill ya, I’mma rip you if your tight |
| I’ll grease the pipe |
| You’re right, my type, you’re wack |
| You’re white, you’re black |
| You’re blue, you’re yellow belly helly do jelly can’t jam |
| Hunky see, hunky do |
| Don’t get kickin' a funky chicken |
| He can’t hit, can’t hit, can’t hit |
| Can it be any identity crisis |
| Come in slices and devices |
| What the price is for the nicest spices |
| Every rapper in the house shut the funk up |
| Every rapper in the house shut the funk up |
| Every rapper in the house shut the funk up |
| Every rapper in the house die |
| Drop |
| Aww yeaah, give it up, give it up |
| Yes that was a little snippet from Aceyalone’s own |
| Private rhyme garden, live and direct from the Sunshine Shack |
| I’m the J-Sumb, and, uh, before we go |
| Let’s end with a final verse |
| Hydroplaning, while I was explaining |
| And maintaining, gaining altitude |
| An longitude, latitude, attitude |
| Formatical, fratical?, latical?, radical dude |
| Spit ball, pitfall |
| Hole in the wall is all I see |
| Eight ball, wait y’all |
| Aceyalone has found the key |
| Free-style Fellowship |
| This fellow gets beat while |
| He moans and groans and throws a fit |
| Aryans are carryin' out sin |
| Burryin', marryin' men |
| Black men, black men, black men |
| Where’s the music coming from |
| Freestyle Fellowship |
| Freestyle Fellowship |
| Freestyle Fellowship |
| The Freestyle Fellow… |