Fantastic (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro] Thyrday, Nicolay, Netherlands [Verse 1: K Slack] Wild ride extravaganza, NC to the Netherlands I'm so anxious, had to snatch the mic from the stand So get ready, I'm starving and I'm ready to eat A caged lion, pacing back and forth on my feet Many years in this struggle dog, I'm ready for change Thyrday I know you feel the same [J. Gunn] So run it down [Verse 2: K Slack] Penetrate the system, make 'em listen On a mission, no ass kissin' Focus on these raps, 'cause I got a vision 'cause we destined with affection, keep it live with aggression 'cause we strive for perfection, 'cause I'm ready for war [Verse 3: J. Gunn] You ready for war? Come on, dog I'm ready for the end Runnin' through these last days, only weapon is my pen [Verse 4: K Slack] A clip of mind power, to shatter your thoughts and dreams Nicolay's the ambient, we the expansion team [Verse 5: J. Gunn] Thyrday can handle things, Clarence samples please Artists prayin' their old records can land Thyrday [K Slack] That's half crazy, this music be controlling my soul [J. Gunn] We knowin' our role to roll over all of our foes [K Slack] With powerful blows [J. Gunn] For hours and devour your shows [K Slack] Heavy shots to your brain to let y'all rap niggas know [Chorus] Holy shit it's fantastic, classic handcrafted magic All the way from the Netherlands to NC and backwards Throw your hands up, wait put 'em down, let's throw 'em back again Look don't you give up, hip hop ain't die, we brought it back again It's music for the hustlers to hustle to My thugs in the struggle too [?] nobody touchin' you Whether country or city, you should be bumpin' this with me (It's that shit) In the club drunk guzzlin' the Rémy (It's that shit) You don't feel this shit, this shit feels you (It's that shit) Rare music for my peeps to lean to So much it's that shit [Verse 6: J. Gunn] Recently, artists and fans selling for decency The Thyrday defeated 'em easily NC believe in me It's quality music Rappers is obviously useless Perfect this prophecy, prove it Words is still droppin' you stupid [Verse 7: J. Gunn] Joshua's fluid, the flow is two H's and an O After today you're going to know, I suggest you let it go I'm the greatest it's outrageous, bring what's flamin' to these pages Exchanging faces with your babe, [?] Shit's amazing how I'm blazing, J is came so warn the nation The same day I save the game, I'll hit the stage and do a show [Verse 8: Killa K] We came to let you know, like gays we gon' to blow In the rap game we pros, after hearing us Y'all wanna change your flow But you'll never be better than veterans Rocking tracks from the Netherlands, it never ends [?] Killa K the specialist of excellence Never question it, the best in this Perfectionist, sick like pestilence The pussy rhyme you spittin', pump estrogen You wanna battle, then get a lot of extra men Y'all cats is fake, why you have to hate Wanna test, but ain't half as great [Chorus] Holy shit it's fantastic, classic handcrafted magic All the way from the Netherlands to NC and backwards Throw your hands up, wait put 'em down, let's throw em back again Look don't you give up, hip hop ain't die, we brought it back again It's music for the hustlers to hustle to My thugs in the struggle too [?] nobody touchin' you Whether country or city, you should be bumpin' this with me (It's that shit) In the club drunk guzzlin' the Rémy (It's that shit) You don't feel this shit, this shit feels you (It's that shit) Rare music for my peeps to lean to So much it's that shit [Outro: Phonte "Light It Up" freestyle] Uh, word... check me out baby Ayy, yo I be the one Phonte, representin' Little Brother I'm now, never be another It's Phonte, Pooh, and 9th Wonder And my man Big Dho that's undiscovered Gettin' freaky with them broads undercovers Take it way back, like Mr. Lover Lover Ayy yo, we keep it runnin' like this Off the top of the dome, light it up with a kiss But not Jada, Phonte the style playa Adíos, peace out, niggas, I see ya later Phonte comin' through just like Big Tayback Off the top of the dome, doin' the play back 'Cause it's just like thi-, I didn't say that On the drums, where my nigga Nicolay at?