paroles de chanson Fugue State (feat. D-Bo) - Eastman Records

It's like, just like this constant state of fuckin
It's like a Fugue State bro I don't get it

No bro I know, I know what you're saying
It's, it it's why

I pick music, I choose to choose it
Flow sick, at you I'm shooting
With the last hair from the lions beard
I've been where you can't even fear to be
Turn your speakers up
I hope that you can hear me clearly cause

This Busta Rhymes with a Futuristic wave
That Hopsin makin you feel Dizzy Right
Next to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
Fifty Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never see
Please believe, a Big Pun is instore
With the Method Man you can't ignore
My Usher when we Knee-Yo back to the floor
Two Chainz won't last I think I need maybe four or more
To spilt the sea from J to Z you see
A.I. is our crossover into eternity
SHIT come A$AP the boats gettin Rocky
Even if they lock me up they cant fuckin stop me so
Clock me in coach I'm ready to play
With this Chip on my shoulder I'm free to lay a verse
Call it cursive whenever I say fuck bad bitches
Its Ludacris the Game even has situations for
Your counterpart to be your opposition
Yay I get to call Kim out on a new sick edition of fuckery
Sharpening my pencil thinkin on what could be cause

I pick music, I choose to choose it
Flow sick At you I'm shooting
With the last hair from the lions beard
I've been where you cant even fear to be
Turn your speakers up
I hope you can hear me clearly cause

I've been deliriously searching for a purpose
K-dot me in with the D.O.C. this E.R. hurts an heals for certain
Putting in work an exerting pressure on my Ice-T
With an Ice Cube
Its no Biggie really you're killing me smalls an I might use
A Pitbull to snatch your fuckin chain, only U-God
Can really judge my name so I Wu Tang the way A con should
You know I'm Naughty by Nature by the way your mom shook
When I hit her with a Heavy D-Bo flex I'm wreck less
My next guess is you wreck less checks more than you DM Ex's its simple
Mobb Deep an you wont Cee low Green
Xzibit your life an how life just seems
Too Short to be worried about the Future
Now I'm reminiscing on them days of getting trophies made of pewter
And I know that money is The Roots of all evil
But lemme make my eyes Redman and speak to my people cause

I pick music, I choose to choose it
Flow sick at you I'm shooting
With the last hair from the lions beard
I've been where you cant even fear to be
Turn your speakers up
I hope that you can hear me clearly cause

All I needs an Atmosphere to Rock Hymns
Like a Locksmith I will not be locked in to
Thinking I'm an Outcast cause
I'm an Architect nine out of ten times here to outlast
The competition who didn't just fuckin Pee, Did he
Lets be real I'm spitting bars all over the city
Bad meets Evil whenever double D titties
Come around my Beastie Boys
Got us Snooping like some Dogs man we deploy
A Big L to any Nelly that thinks they can tell me
I ain't a killer mic controller
Observing that I'm Cleaner than the Q-tip
That you're using just to clean up all the shit up in your ears
With my persona that I'm calling Dr. Drake OH BOY
What a mouthy mothafucka that I tend to be
Where is Snow Da Product whose a Ten I See
How can I be a public enemy an live without a hassle
I don't wanna live forever I just wanna die
Like an Ole' Dirty Bastard

Cause I pick music
I choose to choose it
Flow sick at you I'm shooting
With the last hair from the lions beard
I've been where you cant even fear to be
Turn your speakers up
I hope you can hear me clearly