But that's my style, yeah, here I go
In your face, yeah
We got crazy factiffs and we all that
Try to bring us down but in reality
Much like Bukowski with a rage
They say they taught me everythin' I know
Hittin' up now we feelin' to rock Mars
Yo, P-Nut, beat that thing
And it feels so good, 'fraid so
It comes to writin' on us derision
Strivin' for a better day or say
Because payback is a motherfuckin' mission
In my dome I roam, no time to doubt
We ain't new to Jack Swing, the groove and that
So sick of me knowin' everything, saying
Like the kind buds you know my scene
But you, the weasel,
Can't get with this my stream
Freestyles my style on the mic and flex
I'm down for our days of glory
I get restarted now that I started you know
I flow in that circumstance
It feels so good
Just take a moment
Too bad cause we'll be sittin' in the sun
I spend my time healin' and mendin', together
In your face, yeah
Fuckin' up the shit, now their heads bob
You're stalkin' the mind of a punk that's next
A rhythmatic genius, turnin' up the next one
And it feels so good
Speakin' to page
Choose a lock y'all
It feels so good
A condition which I keep close together
And those who fought me
I do it daily and like it
It make you look like a clown
It's a question of whether live positive well I give
Take it to 'em bro, throw down, now say
Fucked up you right there while I was rhymin'
Beat back by flesh
Won't you warm the mic Nicholas
In your face and down your throat
Of conscience is a sea
To have a bit once in a while
Divin', thrivin'
Now you're sulkin' in the corner, a baby cryin'
I don't often rock and I'm a laureate
Fuck it up y'all
Tim is from the '70's and so we live it
You'll get your chance
I go aww, when I hear that, that chit and that chat, bullshit
Has to live and die
SA has the wisdom of a Nobel Laureate
And choose a rocky ass fast ball
My team thinks I sin supreme
Shattered doors braggin' fists
It's easy to do when you're up with Sexton
Sendin' you a voice now we're sendin' you a vision
In you face and down your throat
To the sharp-ass rocks slippin' on us but we rock
To the sky we're feelin' high
Settin' forth a course I'm really wiggin' out
In your face, that's right
P-Nut joins our back, must be arthritic
Beasts in the cage
Jumpin' off the stage
I don't pull the punch you know I'm throwin' it
Would you know, you're a bro
In your face, that's right
You know, you know
And it feels so good
