Fly Lingo

Lyrics

[Intro (Sampled)] You and all your friends Gonna get together in the end and tell me What the world knows About love [Ad-Libs: Fluent Form, Maundz & K21] Peace to K21 What up Green, man? What's the deal? My man Maundz, Maundzilla, Uh huh What up to Golden Era, Crate Cartezel They call me Fluent, check it [Verse 1: Fluent Form] I got that fly lingo, that aviator slang Do it for my kinfolk, got DNA to match Peace to K21, Jump Street rap (what up, what up, K?) Hold pens in my napalm and spray ya mans Lost in a mental, calibrated now an author They not on my level: elevator outta order Yeah, that's why they down with social stepladders To further their net status, they earnin' that rep fellas (they earnin' that) You ain't butter, bitch, you're spreadin' rumours Bet they're tryna end the movement on some J. Edgar Hoover shit I ain't sweatin' 'em, pennin' my Edgar Allen flow (flow) Rappin' at the chamber door, Flu sellin' quotes (quotes) Love to spit about it I'm a Saturn inhabitant runnin' rings around 'em You can't see me pal, I seek 'em out on some militant shit I'ma settle the Scorsese, cousin, stick to the script (yo, uh, yo, uh) [Verse 2: K21] It's Maundzini and Fluey with Mr Who's That? T-1000 motherfucker hanging from your roof rack With beats I got a new stack, kick that Sun Tzu rap And they can take my style but I'll always get my groove back Paint the tune black, they're sayin' there's none mad as him I'm postal, handle your letters like "Dutch" Anderson Cut, dagger, I'm brewin' evil like a young mannequin Funk pack and these other punks are all just had i beens For a flawed official like nuclear bombs Argue with 'em until I'm blue so I can prove that they're wrong One day I'm hopin' for a sponsorship from Louis Vuitton So I can move it all on eBay for a new set of monitors They don't snooze and it's my music is inducin' insomnia With the rude awakenin' and enough doom for the lot of ya I produce it like Copala, gettin' lucid: [?] And I shot the sheriff down and executed the coroner, bang [Scratches: PT] "Take this whole thing to ridiculous heights" "Y'all—Y'all ready know what I do" "Check—Check—Check me out" "What—What it—What it—What it do?" "Yo—Yo—Yo—Yo" "Check me out" [Verse 3: Maundz] Back once again, it's the incredible The burn town general, fuck the federals Peace to Speedy Gonzales and the Greenhouse F-double in the cut, we on T now The beat hooligan, Maundz One schoolin' 'em The pupil of the art but in the yard we start bullyin' I rock Carhartt and Hilfiger sweaters Skinny arse jeans and a pocket full of love letters That ain't here, cutie pie, not to disappoint The yon-ichi-ichi, straight kill a joint Ain't a lot of crews fuckin' with that Spineless MC's, nothin' holdin' ya back, uh G.E. and C.C., what the deal is? [?] type shit up in ya shindig Adios goes once again sayonara, son M—A—U—N—D—Z, vote number one [Outro: Maundz (Fluent Form)] Woo! Yeah, what up? Melbourne. Adelaide. K21. Fluent Form. Maundz. Know what it is (it's that Cartel shit.) [Sample: [?]] But I don't care What the world know, baby Or what the world does Or where it go...