My Style is Fly

Lyrics

[Intro: Jazzlib] Yeah, right about now you can tune to the sounds of the incredible [Verse 1: Jazzlib] Yo Hello, how do you do From me to you Coming with the funky, fresh, and brand new True to the game I include my name To the top five I'm live and worldwide Step to the side while I ride the bass drum Cocaine flow that get your whole face numb You wanna taste some? When I come back from Paris I be chilling in the place I'm from (Where's that) West side, niggas ride, niggas diе Not a lot of room for suckas The motherfucking home of thе OG Gangster capital First niggas rapping 'bout fuck the police But what do I know? I used to be a wino I used to be signed to Delicious Vinyl I read my own contract don't need no attorney So all that bullshit don't concern me [Hook: Jazzlib] Can't no body do it better than me See I be the one called F-A-T To the L-I-P My style is fly Ain't a reason to ask why Can't no body do it better than me See I be the one called F-A-T To the L-I-P My style is fly Ain't no reason to ask why [Verse 1: Jazzlib] Now here I go again the dopest dude with a pen To get your open like [?] cuz I'm hot and heated Never get defeated never retreated I'm back cuz the game needed True and need is the liberators collaborated with the greatest Just like some motherfucking meat and potatoes DJs play this back and fourth for East coasts West Side down south fuck North Of course it's the number one entertainer insane Purperaena, musical genius smoked up greenish Sturdy five tryna survive like a mean this Amped up with a whole lot of walks of beef Bang like a whole lot of shots in the gun range [?] that's they come Underground dark than the number one [Hook: Jazzlib] Can't no body do it better than me See I be the one called F-A-T To the L-I-P My style is fly Ain't a reason to ask why Can't no body do it better than me See I be the one called F-A-T To the L-I-P My style is fly Ain't no reason to ask why [Verse 2: Fatlip] Yo, I'm amped up The champs up Thought I got knocked down in the last round Heavyweight title, sharp is when you hear this year's idol You'll be suicidal kill it it softly with a flow that's off the chain You thought I fell off but I still remain Hold my own, choose not to build with the cornerstone You mind's weak like the member of a cult and as a result You insult the intelligence of an adult With your bitch made bubble gum fifth grade Lyrics that couldn't cut it with a switchblade [Outro: Fatlip] Yeah so you know I came all the way out here from... from L.A. man Chillin' with my people's man The jazz liberators man Fatlib hell of a collaboration you know Once again this your boy Fatlib With the jazz liberators Liberating the world of music With the jazz In the hip-hop form Yeah Ain't no stoppin' us Ain't no topin' us