Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song FM , by - John Frusciante. Song from the album Letur-Lefr, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 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 |