Текст песни My Fantasy - Freestyle Fellowship
(Feat.
Aceyalone)
Relax
your
mind...
and
take
your
time...
Relax
your
mind...
and
take
your
time...
Relax
your
mind...
and
take
your
time...
Would
you
like
to
be
a
part
of
my
fantasy?
Fantasy,
insanity,
vanity,
family,
Kennedy,
can
it
be?
It'll
be
great
we
can
break
all
laws
of
gravity
Make
room,
or
fly
to
the
moon
on
a
boom
We
can
let
it
get
better,
get
etiquette,
adequate,
that'll
get
sloppy
Ten-four,
you
copy?
Big
jollopy
I
pop
a
seed,
pop
a
floppy
Teenybopper,
hoppy,
hype,
my
squad's
the
gods
of
the
mic
So
play
vanilla,
hammer,
shamma-lamma-ding-dong
Killer,
slummer,
plan
a
pop
song,
KA!
But
I
like
breakbeats
and
beatin'
on
the
walls
of
bathrooms
The
b-boys
b
boys
forever
Yo,
punk-
what's
your
function?
Robotics,
planets,
products,
annex,
got
it
Mechanics
or
sonics,
organic,
exotic,
narcotic
Bought
it,
forgot
it
I
jot
it
down
'til
I'm
hooked
on
phonics
So
much
to
do
with
a
touch
of
double
dutch
Of
dodge
ball,
the
Taj
Mahaj's
right
below
us
Slow
us
down
and
show
us
the
forest
Or
a
Brontosaurus
I'm
a
Taurus,
poorest
one
of
all
Born
in
back
of
a
pool
hall,
a
joker
My
Pappy's
a
penny
and
a
poker
player
Who's
a
loser,
screwser,
booser
Livin'
a
life
of
anger
Had
one,
two,
one
too
many
Harvey
Wall
Bangers
So
bungee
jump
off
a
bridge
and
soar
With
a
rubber
baby
elastic
plastic
Band
around
your
ankle
Fasten
up,
next
stop
Banana
Republic
For
what?
hip
hop
drops
(Who's
the
man
with
the
master
plan?)
(Who's
the
man
with
the
master
plan?)
Every
rapper
in
the
house
shut
the
funk
up
Every
rapper
in
the
house
shut
the
funk
up
Every
rapper
in
the
house
shut
the
funk
up
Every
rapper
in
the
house
die
Now
every
rapper
in
the
house
shut
the
funk
up
You're
wack,
you're
wack,
you're
wack,
you're
wack
You're
sucatash,
you're
mow
mow(?)
?
Yeah
right,
your
mic,
mic,
might
be
a
slight
slow
My
mic,
my
mic,
my
mic'll
blow
you
right
Outta
sight,
wanna
fight
? I'mma
rip
you
if
your
tight
I'll
grease
the
pipe
You're
right,
my
type,
you're
wack
You're
white,
you're
black
You're
blue,
you're
yellow
belly
helly
do
jelly
can't
jam
Hunky
see,
hunky
do
Don't
get
kickin'
the
funky
chicken
Can-can-can-can
it
be,
can
it
be
any
identity
crisis
Come
in
slices
and
devices
What
the
price
is
for
the
nicest
spices
Every
rapper
in
the
house
shut
the
funk
up
Every
rapper
in
the
house
shut
the
funk
up
Every
rapper
in
the
house
shut
the
funk
up
Every
rapper
in
the
house
die
Drop
J-Sumbi:
aww
yeaah,
give
it
up,
give
it
up,
Yes
that
was
a
little
snippet
from
Aceyalone's
own
Private
rhyme
garden,
live
and
direct
from
the
Sunshine
Shack
I'm
the
J-Sumb,
and,
uh,
before
we
go,
Let's
hit
'em
with
a
final
verse
Acey:
Hydroplaning,
while
I
was
explaining
And
maintaining,
gaining
altitude
A
longitude,
latitude,
attitude
Formatical,
fragile,
grammatical,
radical
dude
Spit
ball,
pitfall
Hole
in
the
wall
is
all
I
see
Eight
ball,
wait
y'all
Aceyalone
has
found
the
key
Freestyle
Fellowship
This
fellow
gets
beat
while
He
moans
and
groans
and
throws
a
fit
Aryans
are
carryin'
out
sin
Burryin',
marryin'
men
Black
men,
black
men,
black
men
Freestyle
Fellowship
Freestyle
Fellowship
Freestyle
Fellowship
The
Freestyle
Fellow...
1 We Are the Freestyle Fellowship
2 My Fantasy
3 7th Seal
4 Let's Start Over
5 Sunshine Men
6 Physical Form
7 120 Seconds
8 We Will Not Tolerate
9 Dedications
10 It's On
11 Sike
12 5 O'Clock Follies
13 Legal Alien
14 Convolutions
15 Jupiter's Journey
16 For No Reason
17 Here I Am
18 The Future?
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