Fu Gee La Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: Devine] Let's get it Yo (Yo), yo (Yo) Devine Here I go My thing [Verse 1: Devine] Shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, mobbin' with my Coast Contra Crew, ooh, ooh, ooh, and we blazin', this, ooh, la la Sockin' you niggas that expected me to rap about my nah nah, uh uh I'm too much of a privilege and since I got attention on me, I cannot be frivolous My callin' got extensions on me, driven by purpose Intentional with vision 'cause His promise is worth it My spirit lyrical, the flow is divergent So when I speak it, get on yo feet, rap to this beat, nigga, it's urgent Been in my own lane, focused even when I swerve Staying sucka free, so sucka mothalovas get the curve, skrrt To all of that fugazi, I'm nothin' like these birds This light might blind you, not one to filter Can't photoshop this destiny, this pen is my chauffeur Drive Satan real crazy and let the hate occur Cold with it how I elevate this energy, burrr [Verse 2: Ras Austin] Uh, check me out, yo My shadows hunt the street light My echoes linger from verses I recite My inner peace could heckle street fights, I speak nice It's a spectacular, vernacular, it's effortless I raised the stakes to Dracula, that's definite, maxed up The Gawd yellin' on guard Cross swords with a blade of grass in a turf war Who want Earth more, who's worth more I dropped too many jewels to afford, some choose to ignore The richest man could die poorest Spiritual wealth, my heart beat, the rhythm get felt I play percussion on ya ear drums, now listen well (Shhh) Silence is golden, poverty get loudly spoken They whole sound is wild provoking while we thought provoking Lyrics, I wrote 'em Spirits could quote 'em from the inside of my scrotum 'Cause I son niggas and never know 'em, just show 'em Levels like architects, the perfect archetype for all respect I'm here till God collect God body, the God emcee, making sure souls get bodied Reversing homi's, the reaper gon' rewind me I fell on deaf ears and spoke life to resurrect kids My time is right near, lift your hours glass and cheers We black, in fact, we privileged Got rack on rack through stimulus, I scrap my scrap book As a matter of fact, I rap unlimited Black presented it, Max submitted it Hacks presented it, lacked incentive Mad 'cause many of them wack ass rap tracks you listening lack resemblance to me Nigga, my shit so hard, I need mo' pussy, uh Instrumental gushy, fuck my broad then bust a sixty, uh Up and bust a flow, fuck around and bust the door Wide open, when it's opportunity knockin', say hello Nigga, yeah [Verse 3: Taj Austin] Real titty nigga shit Uh, check It's funny how two freestyles got 'em shook Meanwhile, bodies decomposed, the composition books Meanwhile, them's the throwaways, bitch, you a throwaway Been on an island of my own so long, feel like a stowaway I'm from a era where CD's scrapes Speakers bleed from beat tapes Niggas get signed to prison with no release dates Guess real bars is something you feel inside a cell Same bars I readjusted then pen the shit in brail Me and God don't even spit it, we spill it from the grail Got 'em big offended, can't tell if I hit 'em with a whale Oh well, streets is like yo put the boom on 'em Sweepstakes split the win up and drop the broom on 'em What type of flow is this? Shit so clean, who ya custodian? Let 'em brush my shoulders off while I hop on the podium Mmm, I'm setting precedents, plus I got a prerequisite If you coming with insults, make sure they got some sodium Ba dun ch, them joke ting get funny bone broke No fiend want this smoke, don't wanna overdose Fat lady sings, it seems she picked the wrong note Even overseas, it seems you picked the wrong Coast It's all Contras, mmm The most high, we all conscience Some of y'all like that's far fetched, at least my dog got it Bars like *police chatter*, I guess the law got it Facts that best on wax, no need to archive it Hard top, balling, no pics, not even paparazzi Sick with it, don't like shots, ain't into popping Roxies Red eyes on stand by, so nothing flying by me We ain't seen an eye like that since we seen Kakashi's One up, you niggas fucked, Deuce Bigalow Got my numbers up, I thought we too lyrical Stereotyped, my type come through ya stereo Grab the mic, whoo, this shit, it do miracles, mmm Shit, recognized God gotta sign us since The flow so blessed, we could cleanse him of his sinuses Every record we touch, broke it like your promises I think I said enough, you can't fuck with the conglomerate It's Coast! [Verse 4: Rio Loz] Yo, yo, yo, yo I might just let the vibe go and fly away Why wait, I notice 5-0 from far away I never rubbed shoulders with pigs that don't fly straight You'll never find swine on my plate before I say grace I'm at the table with bosses, thinking of billion dollar moves It ain't about the billions, it's about what you do in position Here to body everythang movin' One body bag could fit two in, let's get to it (Uh, huh) I been through it, I'll bring ya back to the essence And let ya life flash by in a couple seconds Don't need a ghostwriter, my text been possessed Lyrics move you like ouija boards, I'm God in the flesh (Uh, huh) I came down from the pyramid of the sun for less (Yeah) I told 'em "Say less", then proceeded to watch ya body tumble down my steps Like Teotihuacán, you witnessing the birth of Gods, bigger than living large We came out the basement, now we connectin' with stars Like constellations, it took patience, to inspire the young Writin' in tongue, messages from the Holy Spirit that came from above I came from the slums with nothing but love, uh Yeah, it's in my nature, starin' at the sun, reminded me what I was made of The golden child, 'bout to illuminate the whole nation Dropped outta school with more degrees than a Mason Nigga! Si! [Verse 5: Eric Jamal] Drink in my cup got me feeling riiiiight Weed in the air got me pretty hiiiiigh Niggas over there tryna kill the viiiiibe Then all the sudden, you hear a gun shot Back to the party, party, party, party Had to get it, popping, pardon, how I started You know how we love them bars like alcoholics You ain't met a four like this since Tribe was called in I'm hot regardless, sky walking over lukewarm niggas Force is strong, might feel like Lu Kane kicking Air bending, I'm long winded, I'm never gon' finish Till my name in Hall of Fame, forever remembered Had no gimic, this how I get it, I had to go missing Filthy living, with these conditions, I made a commitment To be living out everything that I paint in my lyrics Had a vision before I made it, then made a decision Would go to class and take a nap and do the same when I got back What they was teaching was so wack, so why do school when I can rap I choose to rap, I told my dad, he wasn't mad And well, in fact, he told me "Everything you make, don't forget to give the gift back" I said "To who?", he said "To you, and to all the others that lack People that's brown and black, and use wisdom when you attack Not for cash, not for flash, not for pussy, and not for ass" And then I laughed, he didn't laugh I straightened up and said "My bad" Got pack my bags, got in my bag Don't need a map, just some gas I know my path, it isn't light But the microphone is my staff You maybe lit, but not a match You make a hit, we hit you back And when we hit, you hit the mat And just know you not coming back Coast!