Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FM, artist - John Frusciante. Album song Letur-Lefr, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 12.07.2012
Record label: RECORD COLLECTION
Song language: English
FM |
Let’s build by destroying this weak shit |
I bet you think that’s Hip Hop, nigga that’s weak shit |
What’s up with the flip flops, nigga that’s weak shit |
At least throw on some damn socks, looking at them shits |
Got you on your toes ha, don’t overstep your bounds |
Especially in those, you are walking on deadly grounds |
Not hot coals, here you get hit with rounds |
Like fuck your clothes, look at them bunch of clowns |
We fuck your hoes |
You marry them, wife 'em up |
We enlighten them and occasionally tighten them up |
We Hip Hop villains, the bad guys you root for |
If the government don’t kill them, load your gun and shoot for them |
B9 need a broad like Bonnie |
Someone to hold me down and can work the Tommy, call me |
I’m laid back like beach chairs and mix drinks |
Feet up check out my Nike Airs |
What I call this here is lyrics, the flow the spirits |
The beat loud the clarity, I’m sure you’ll hear it |
The word play delivery, wWatch how tear it apart |
You will remember me on account, How I shoot this dart |
Ride the track as if I’m loco, My motive be |
Is show niggas that I’m no ho, In fact a G |
Yup, This here’s solo as in lp |
Came through and smashed it solo, no help for me |
Thought it appears I’m asleep, I’m not I’m chilling |
Thought very much in my thoughts, just my feelings |
Feeling the highs, feeling the lows |
Feeling vibe, just feeling the flow |
Taking a ride with no where to go |
Just be ghost be gone, Just coast till we approach the dawn |
We getting close till we exit |
About to exit onto the nest route and just keep pressing on |
Hit cruise control to where no blues patrol |
No worries but who’s to know, let’s just go |
The villain is back dress to kill in all black |
Rugged Monk is his name and I’m ready for combat |
Whether rap, scrapping, or jacking, I always keep it cracking |
Spit flows that’s consistent, pure satisfaction |
For your eardrum show you how the west was won |
Got a fully loaded notebook and my tongue’s the gun |
Spit like an AK, Come from Compton Cee-A- |
Gunplay around my way, police harrass you everyday |
If you ain’t seen no yellow tape, that’s a good day |
Serve Sucka’s on the mic, with my Rugged wordplay |
Vivid pictures description show you swordplay |